Presumably this is the sort of thing that happens when one data-mines HousingWire while listening to Langdon Hammer discuss Yeats’ response to the Easter Rising.
Who Will Aestheticize The Title Insurance?
You bore stamps and pens,
O army of the Inland Empire hour
between coffee break and lunch,
where every stroke, every blind lie
removed another family from its home.
Why did it come to this,
greeter, hair stylist, barista rolling
ball ink against your own?
Not even servant to the Trusts
(those funny words) but mercenary
dealing fate at ten million dollars a day
for a contractor warning you
against repetitive strain injury.