Looky-lou Lord looming brightly above
Steel beamed heaven dimensions
Tour guides hollow booming presence
Where is our manna to quench us?
Now I lay me down to lunch
Seeking six sigma refreshment
Tepidly twittering my keyboard’s clitoris
Singing sad songs of what becomes of us
Paperless people screech sermons of surrender
Flightless dumb doves flutter by desks
Going to die in their wastebasket quests
Crashing in the distance making our eyelids heavy
Wave after wave of metallic rolling thunder
Nodding off within reach, on our chemically sweet beach
Conversations tried and conversations lost
Being such plugged in bits of wan wonder
Conversation died it’s the IPod’s cost
our wayward leaders they can’t teach us
Steel beamed heaven dimensions
Tour guides hollow booming presence
Where is our manna to quench us?
Now I lay me down to lunch
Seeking six sigma refreshment
Tepidly twittering my keyboard’s clitoris
Singing sad songs of what becomes of us
Paperless people screech sermons of surrender
Flightless dumb doves flutter by desks
Going to die in their wastebasket quests
Crashing in the distance making our eyelids heavy
Wave after wave of metallic rolling thunder
Nodding off within reach, on our chemically sweet beach
Conversations tried and conversations lost
Being such plugged in bits of wan wonder
Conversation died it’s the IPod’s cost
our wayward leaders they can’t teach us
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