Fresh Air From The Age

Static

¨Static¨

Horrible rhymes in my head all day:
Bells, whistles, tunes, people;
All day and most of the night, they BOOM.
So, finally, I figured what they´re for, this static;
It´s a blinding effect and it's a lifesaver.

You see, this future poses threats, it does.
I wonder about it-- then!
I grow scared,
I grow timid,
I grow small.

So here comes the static,
The noise, clatter, clutter and wham!
So then I can grow away;
I can dance, sing, scream, and jam to my static.
And in the end, we all jam to our static.

posted by Gary @ 10/31/2006 11:34:00 AM