Meandering down streets of no travail   for which workmen once offered up hands   to the throes of the city   where leisure is not in demand      Monday sends her libertine   in place of repose   Friday rakes her idle thought   with a laden rest      Be a lackey and take   great pains in making that mark   trade red brick tenement on work days   for tall building that do you no good   when air traffic control is languid   and the feats of architecture come crumbing      into the fray   this is the last chance   I will have to say   what I have to say