ethos

Ramble on Babylon mumbo jumbo
a million trillion
the web is rotundo
connections on waves make a hell of a gumbo
take the ingredients you got
put em in a pot
too many spices
make your stomach rot
use only what you need
the thoughts to acquire
the tools are the vehicle
to rot or aspire
to an ultimate end
so you'd better defend
and don't pretend
to care
opinions are like air
the truth doesn't dissipate
screw the magistrate
whoever that is
the man
of the hour
the one with the power
one hand in your pocket in the other
a flower
stop playin your piano and listen
There's something in the ethos that's missin
the sounds of people on a mission
the machine is too efficient
becoming more omniscient
while the crowds are all on line
Or stuck in line
cued up
While the cameras are aligned
outside your window