Your sins of structure, your universe dead
my weary hopes you leeched and bled.
Your lonely science has broken my spirit.
The masses, blindly, see no reason to fear it.
Your expanding world is made of plastic
"It's logos" you say, "nothing drastic."
You march your theories, arm your facts
and hand out textbooks like religious tracts.
Separation caused by cell phone and plane
Is shrouded by the helpfulness they feign
We leave our homes and leave our friends
Dear ones pass, leave a hole no one mends
We're plagued by distance til the day we die
My wish would be never to say goodbye
Separation caused by cell phone and plane
Is shrouded by the helpfulness they feign
We leave our homes and leave our friends
Dear ones pass, leave a hole no one mends
We're plagued by distance til the day we die
My wish would be never to say goodbye
No problem! And thank you! It's actually not my primary gallery, just where I stick the stuff that my elderly relatives might be offended by and the scrap works that I don't want on my main account.