Living in New York, and living broke.
Infrastructural meltdown,
Provincial, frustration,
When will the greasy handshake deals between partisan friends end,
Will the public sense the results?
These are questions to be answered,
But the microphones have gone quiet
From their tax pockets the dollar is siphoned,
The citizens of census live in a state scudded by unfulfilling conditions
Absent a financial plan, we linger in the middle of the ocean,
Devoid of a raft
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