The tower gardens scale to the heavens,
And we are known by them.
PUBLIC SECTOR
First she exclaims:
Oh!
Here we go again
I can't stand you builders --
(We have no response
Having done nothing and said less
Only approaching the same storefront she had.)
Then she notices our markings:
Oh!
Wait
You're for the public
You're my family --
We clear our throats
And get used to the swerve
As she counts off her relations
Who work beside us on the tower.
We nod as she finishes
And order our breakfast.