The mighty tower of Goldman Sachs
A coin trickled down betwixt a thin crack
Penurious plutocrats on penthouse outcropping
Gasped in horror at the riches now dropping
The serf, the peon far down on the street
Distended bellies, tongues swollen from heat
Fought for position, ‘twas surely a crime
Twenty souls killed…one thin dime
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