They keep building them
Higher and higher
They keep stacking them
Storey upon storey
They block the light
Obstruct the view
When all built before
Still aren’t used
They keep building them
Something’s not right
With so many homeless
On the streets at night

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n.b. Derived from NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 12 prompt: Tall tale poem.

CLP 12/04/2024