How come I met, hardly ashore
So dark a grudge in miens galore?
Did all these porters, ere they grip
Yet on their shoulder tote a chip?
And why did every chambermaid
Changing the bed look so betrayed?
Should this be one big continent
Of rampant flunkey discontent?
I found the reason quite outright
As out my window took a sight:
From high-rise to skyscraperline
Some stories more give it the shine.
Methinks they built them up so high
To cover up the same old sky.
No wonder, they're all in a huff––
New worlds are never new enough!
June 13, 2008
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