It is an obligatory phone
Call, it negates the small, small
North American's guilt
Once mercurial
Now sedate
Another surrendered state
I survey the scene of a padlocked
Lifeless fibre
A moisture-sapped wall still
Divides the breeders from
The leaders of dour lives
But still they cling
Yet still they smile
Oh how they smile
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