Drinking alcoholic Koolaide
While writting poetry in Crayon
Can you remember the time
I stole your bic and
Chased the Quick rabbit
Out into the tire-swing orchard
Of polyvinyl bliss and polystyrene heaven
A cherbic cacophony of mass communication
A cellphone superhighway utopia.
__________________ "Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" Benjamin Franklin
