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From the fair sweet mouth of greed
Comes the praise you think you need
Which sets up the fall
From perches shaky and tall
Built on the quicksand of hot-air
Percolating from the depths
A heartbreak affair
Broken up by faint beauty
Her youthful sheen meant a lot
If you know what I mean
Great fix for us have-nots
In ghettos and rural boroughs
To reach the billionaires club of sex
Some address not affixed
The kind of place
That supercharges release
In ways un-suburban thought of
The kind of wilderness experience
That escaped tigers must feel
Finally with each other
No timid alley-cats
Just us ferocious
Just us human jets
Taking off and heading west
Until globe has been circled
And all the jewels admired
And set free
No need to covet her company
Let her go back to Jungle City
A place of towers and glass
While here, on the Sierra
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