Loom unattended.
Fingers, purplish red from derisive strain,
point aghast at playful weavers of
work and romance.
Unrepentant buoyancy!
Unindentured passion.
So trashy!  Unacceptable.
Assuredly cast out, disallowed this hallowed room,
habitat of respectable student-wards.
Scenes beneath my window-glass.
Tawdry, tedious, culture clash.
Who can entertain reflective thought
overcome by exhaustive smog and soot?
Sing, you euphonious bastards!
Ring out so loud in harmony
that whiny bleats of parsimony
fail to sway, fall unheard.

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