There was a lone city in late winter, frozen ice scales the buildings.
It’s citizens were poor by nature, when the light came to the top.
The rich lived above them in houses, their turkey cooled on the table.
If the money was slim, the garden grew tiny.
You gather by the edge of tomorrow, where the animal roars.
Opposition hears no evil, our strict society dressed in formal attire.
That’s the comedy of an ironical life, for the American Dream has come true.