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Ribbon of land, sand pit on which I stand,
Posturing gestures, coifed hair and tans deep,
These are the symbols of my new found land
Where many are sheared as crusty eyed sheep.

Pyramids created soon lost in flood,
Those at the top smugly sing from above,
Base knows the tune is scored in muck and mud,
Under the water line peons get shoved.

Nightmarish scene in which we coexist,
Small plots for the poor in land of the rich,
Hope slowly drained as from pallid slit wrists,
Shrewd power brokers declare life’s a bitch.

Languid, lurid shell game of Ponzi scheme,
Shady winners of American dream.