Grey monoliths rise
A present from Hades
Dank acrid breathes
suffocate
As fat greedy toads
smoke and laugh
In tainted luxury
Wads of greasy cash
Stick like plague
To subservient sycophants
how far they bow
a measure of their obedience
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