They wear shiny suits & they come
from off & know everything
about it. Somebody told them
how we happen to live
round here & know nothing
about anything
what's good for us. What's good for us
renting our structureless days
is a roof. Take a quick tour then
(Mister X
postulates
isn't it sweet?
sugar rush for a hypo
cracy. Seeing a charming
place with beautiful kids
in expensive trouble
they rate the enterprise
not very sensible
(sensible people can put
this in scare-quotes: you build an
alytical argument
ative con
stricture then fit
the words in.
So they say get on
with the agricult
you're all concern, get on
with you (but that was profit
ably mechanised & we can't
hammer our selfimage into
machines. We have to dream,
somehow what price it's
a knockout. It's a con
temporary
alpha state
education
in the rudiments of echo
gnomics (& apart from that
not doing anything much.