A macro impossibility: don't mix up your scope Living may gather but values say nope Back to the time is the closest you get That false memory of the safest of nets All is hypocrisy when law is the land Cut off their noses with insidious hand Smelling was freedom but now it's a book Read up you gather nothing, forsook Post-it to note a republic now vote Tea market taxes evaded by boat Fairness the junket in dependent sale Ahab got leg up on particular whales Player piano is keyed for the spite Leftists are partying until they right Wishes for friendship are answered by scorn Hold what you have until sundering torn Faith you might hold in the all seeing one Ages and bloodiness sacrificed sun Now that it's darkness we all can be here Neighbors and cowardice making us fear