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Essex Toll

The Renaissance City,
The soul of the state,
The jewel of Essex
Is doin’ just great.

Gleaming new towers 
Arise from the dust;
A mask for the city’s
Core criminal lust.

Eight days of the New Year,
It’s barely begun,
And five people gone,
Shot dead by a gun.

The mayor’s crime plan
So subtle, sublime;
‘You eliminate victims
You eliminate crime.’

So as each person’s killed
There’s one less to kill;
The crime thus reduced
And a pledge he’ll fulfill.

Thumbs up for the thugs
Who are rulin’ the street;
When everyone’s gone
The crime we’ll defeat. 
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