Fasting in a Dim Sum
Passing as a wealthy slum
Born lacking malice

Knowing you 
Drilled a hole
One who
Had a drifting soul

But those feasting
Were all yours
Only a bee sting
Could close doors

Texts arrived
Nobody was stung
All survived 
Even among

The pains in the 
Need I say huh
Give no passes

So this slum
Once victimized by a blob
Has now become
Home to a sleek mob

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