Let’s start with the air,
All conditioned and clean.
Yet there’s that hint of crisp
Paper, clothes, the wisp.
Let’s not forget the boards
Flashing advertisements and digits
To pockets, people and pods
As sparkly slaves debit and credit
They deal in cash and kind
Betwixt streets, one you’ll find.
Loops of notes and uniform slips
Mark the halls of Tender’s keeps.
So play the games of bundles
For here we’ve hidden treasure
And if you still don’t catch my drift,
This is the clinic of pockets lifts.