Much merriment and argument, and songs Of love or revolution sung around An old piano or a new guitar, And poetic verses falling like leaves
II. Ball Caps, Diet Sodas, and Purity of Thought
All turn and tune to a cinder-block wall Upholding the Orwellian telescreen Cartoons and Vanna White, and then at noon With Gilligan, the Skipper too, still lost
III. Pink Hair, Bottled Water, and Fear
No merriment, no argument, only silence As paling shadows, unaware of each other Bow down, like Eve before that Eden-tree, And worship the little boxes in their hands