Once Everything Was Covered In Shit, They Started Piling It Up.

When the lobby of Buddy’s highrise

Was black and filled with smoke

And the up and down small boxes

Were stuck and for good broke.

The stairways filled with

Get Me Outers!

And the outers had no doubt.

That they were trapped

Their knowledge gapped

Forgot the past

Now a lobby blast

Revealed, fast

They had amassed

A pack of lies

No room for whys?

They traded wise

For a trap disguised

As a lobby.