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Nasty street corner with no shame
Frozen construction site
Solid portrait that hasn't changed for years
All this and they want us to
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Its walls, made of wood
Tell a story, formed by staples
Everybody sees the signs but no one cares
Those stencilled-in signs that say
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Closed off to the public
Guess they don't want anyone
Observing the sluggish progress
In the ruins that whisper
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And the masses are forced
Between the busy road and
The wooden walls,
The walls that read
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What is the policeman guarding?
A dump truck removing crap?
They better finish by the summer
Because I can't stand reading
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And the construction workers are cold
Misty breaths escape their mouths
Turn the site into something useful
Or at least something that doesn't say
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Thaw this icy garbage dump
Into a sea of bliss
Can't help but sneer at it
Don't you have anything better to say other than
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Spring is here, the workers toil for hours
On what should be considered ours
No progress is visible
And the only thing legible is
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