Worth It For The Expansion Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Looking outside the small town adjacent to the mid-sized city
The view is suspect,
A setting of stale water and dead industry
Searching for something less guilt within the landscape,
A new landmark to signify the rear guard moving forward
It must be clear-cut and properly intended, however,
Leaving chance little room to operate
An edict with no edit,
As it appears that destiny itself is a loner which chooses his subjects at random
Less guilty, still pay full price,
Worth it for the expansion, as long as the outlook swells the area residents into a smile