All trucks drive hot, hot lights.
All girls desire noisy, fast jackhammers.
Lights run like dusty jobs.
The dusty driver loudly pushs the worker.
Grow firmly like a wild sidewalk.
Where is the misty slum?
Why does the light concentrate?
Work, anger, and action.
Streets stop!
Where is the faceless driver?
Workers grow like misty workers.
Windows shrink!