Via cadillacs and suburus we travel
to the known beyond, yet,
with minds like traps and souls of ash, we draw the line of no return
Still are the thoughts of the interrogative,
for they spin out their tales for no one
into the vacuum of independant media, and it is
absorbed by the great double-think machine of Washington,
And that is the way that we know what there is not
what there is left to know,
because what we see everyday is that which we have been told to know,
and that which has BEEN known
by others to be wrong.
So hail the interrogative and hail the thoughts
of all as one, for this is the age of information,
and catalogues and happy endings,
of savings cards, and interest rates,
and online memberships.
And only you can prevent forest fires, and global warming, and water pollution, and air pollution,
and Donald Rumsfeld.
But to hope and dream of a cleaner, brighter, perfumed tomorrow, is poison
to what may come;