The Sculpted Many

I moved into this neighbourhood almost
Three years ago after a 'full recovery'
From various troubles and childhood

A busy eastern suburbs Sydney place
Bustling with the high-rise cranes above
Making more money for already wealthy

On the corner an empty restaurant stood
Curiously vacant this entire time until
When the highly visible tradesmen came

No indication of what the new place'd be
Until today. Expensive new signage provoked
Nothing but rolled eyes and a fresh groan

Another fucking fitness centre was clearly
Taking form from where once tables stood
For Riefenstahlian bodies to herenow toil

Perfecting their forms to advance advantages
Or be noticed amongst the sculpted many
How worthless late capitalism's become