Some people are so pure; a pull so insatiable
A polar attraction in totality. We are losing electrons like it's going out of style
And those who think to call themselves poets
Rely on such trite cliché similes as:
Like it's going out of style
Nobody really cares though
Don't worry I can speak for everyone
Just look into my eyes
You will see the hivemind
Play us more music
Bring us strong drink
It is as good to remember
As it is to forget