Stopped to talk yesterday
drank beer, watched kids play
as time slipped away
across borders
of white noise multi-media
where talking heads need ya'
to stand up and cheer
pros reaping beau-coup pay
and all those **** supporters
out there
stretching for something to say

Called Dial-a-Prayer on the phone
brewing coffee, start to groan
as the words drone
over magic
fiber-optic cables
beaming neo-synoptic fables
that make it clear:
God and doG buried the bone
and now the hiss of static
dead air
is jamming my talking Jones

Hearing a man of learned wit
I drain a Coke, sip by sip
as specious words slip
across pages
of Colonel Blimp’s his-story
dripping such tired sophistry
that it would be queer
if not the slow drip
of lies passed through the ages
with care
to fill small minds with ****

So now let us stand and pray
then shout please go away
to hacks that spray
with scurrilous delight
words that fall like precious stones
into the laps of ditto-head clones
who say here, here
and without further delay
spread the lies at night
to the cheers
of those with nothing to say