.....So you’re bored to-Day®.
.....Angry at the night.
Miffed you campaigned for the Dark®
that sold and turned off all the stars,
stripped them of their Hydrogen®,
to make Balloon-Giraffes® for rich kids
who always let them go too soon.
You’re far from all the Micro-Stars®
.....that never rise or set,
but are tied like Dogs® to factory farms.
.....Your world’s a frigid place.
.....And you don’t even have
enough to buy a Noble-Gas®
to brighten your disheveled driveway.
So what to buy when you can’t see?
.....It’s then that you remember:
.....you can redeem Time®,
cash in those tickets that you bought
so long ago when the Collective®
started selling Indulgences®:
.....If you commit a crime,
.....Just let them do the time!
Only last week Bob tied up
his kids, threw them in his trunk,
and peeled around town, their cries a tune
he sang to. He’s still got tickets left
(even if he's got no money)
.....and you’ve got twenty stashed
under your Pillow®, and they’re calling.
but tied like Dogs® to factory farms,
.....your world’s a frigid place.
Last edited by Andrew Szilvasy; 09-18-2019 at 08:17 AM.