He wanted a bright future
Every move was calculated
He married at the right time
Arranged numerous condoms
Of various types and colors
Dotted, wrinkled, extra thin
Rates were almost the same
Every condom of equal size
Didn’t wanted anyone to burst
He kept using them for months
When the skyscraper was ready
He advertised it with his name
The condoms were now useless
They were used and thrown
They were prepared for it
Soon another took them away
At last thrown out of the city
That city which they had built
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