We are making our city’s pillars
For Metro’s future trains to pass.
And our pillars shall have trains
On them in the undefined future.
In interregnum , our young men
Upon the dad’s educated money
Shall drink to a success full liquor
In drunk mid nights to bang head
Against the pillars in the making
To come out as their meat of cars .
In the meantime ,our sundry cars
Full of a success liquor shall bash
Against the pillars like in a sport
Of the farm animals racing south
For a pleasure of head’s violence
As all heads are headed to bang.
In interregnum ,we may number
Our pillars in a white paint, as 141
Or 189 etc and on for an address
Of city’ s beggars for a night stay .
In interregnum, before trains start
We make hash job of pillar design
For pillars to make meat of men
In crash sound like Jehova’s bolt .