Aggregates

We have cried mess ,a  perfect mess
We manage to keep in our manholes,
Our  city of growing filth and sewage.

We protest against  decadent culture
Of star hotels, where we buy nights
For six thousand bucks  in dark dough.

Days are not free of particulate matter,
Nights dark and blind to human knots
In a perfect state of aggregate health.

We  wade where others are dead sea
A  gross aggregate in  steel and paint,
And curse all of them for  sticky mess.

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