after a street fight with police that took about an hour.

Crews are at the scene and talking to the occupiers.

There’s a rumor going ’round they’ve even started fires.

One man told reporters, “Yesterday my life just stinks,

but now I’m drinking sweet champagne and pissing in gold sinks.”

“How strange for some,” said John Q. Bum, “to sleep in giant beds,

when most of us were lucky to have cardboard o’er our heads.”

In the sealed-off lobby, there’s a party going down

with folks from every fleabag hacienda in this town.

What fun it is to watch some families, even little nippers,

waving out from windows wearing fluffy robes and slippers.

Police say that it won’t last long, they’ll overtake these vandals.

Meanwhile, goodbye souvenirs, like golden toilet handles.

In a statement just released called “Nothing left to lose,”

those inside rejoice at having clean sheets and good booze.

They know that this cannot last and must end with detention.

“But, at least we’ll have a roof and maybe draw attention.”

“Rich people don’t help us out and laugh at us in passing;

it’s about time we stand up and take a turn at gassing.”

Now a flag’s been set up to wave on the penthouse roof:

“One percent is over soon and let this be the proof !”