The New Empire State
After the flood, they built a replica of New York on the plains of Kansas. Everything’s built of stone, except his empire. It’s built on sand.
He had his face cast as Mercury, lording it over everyone entering his new offices. His head above the door; his head on a plate, rather! What a bloated ego!
Before the oil ran out, he’d bought up all the bicycles. There was no competition when his “Mercury Messenger Service” won the contract.
Too bad that rubber no longer grows on trees. My team has wings on their feet. We’re winning the next contract.
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