When Steve McQueen
Bounced his *****
Off the wall
When Butch and Sundance
Defied time's
sweet  call
And then Bill Murray
Made sense of it all.

Now that we have
The papacy
Let us enjoy it
The need
Back then
There was no need
To alloy it
Like the poisoning
A century before
There was no chance
To ignore it
But it was business
As usual
Through the Pomp
Through the  ****
Too big to fail
Too fat to quit.

All this data swirling
running rings around
our fixed viewpoints

We cannot build a box
large enough to store
our misunderstanding

There will not be a day
when it all adds up not
one day it makes sense

Tony Noon

When Bill Bixby
Came to television
To wander the wastes
The apprehension
Was palpable
1978

I was on vacation
In Butlins holiday camp
You couldn't get in the TV room
The hype was truly ramped

And when Ferrigno
Turned up
The whole place
Lost its mind

We licked the glass
And banged on it
It was so good
To be alive.

And that's without
Talking about
Jack McGee.

Imagine your lymbic system
Got infested with AI
Maybe it's already happened
An explanation
Wouldn't seem
Like a lie
If you couldn't
Tell the difference
If you thought
It came from you
If they held you down
And explained it
What would That mean
To you?

Wence does it come?
Where doth it go?

Round the corner?!
I don't know!