A pity we are picking on Detroit. It only takes a single misaligned And very foolish phrasing for to bind A city to its mockery, adroit In keeping any reason to admire All the Motor City put together, Waiting for a time ahead when whether Building many cars'd make 'em fire Most of their employees, so to live Within a new economy, designed To smother larger companies behind A series of recessions. Pity; give Detroit a pass, for Watson isn’t all The voice remaining in the city’s fall.
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