Cease wonder, those clouds in your day Dreams won't give you what moisture you Wish on a day like this It's heat that's on its way to A you that can't measure The inches between a cent And a meter, imperialism has Spoken in a tongue that doesn't Have any muscle left, because The impulse has righted itself From a building that was architected By a stone cold asshole Dematerialization and post-modern Futility! For what does one become Another one And it didn't count if No one saw it, That's the lesson of An Internet, indefinite Articulation, feuded by the Underlords, sitting where the Plumbing meets the sewer And delivering the brown mail Corrugated and corrupted