A.G.E's Joint

  An illusion. Styrofoam snow And vinyl greens We say we honor the spirit We honor the material Commercials for cars The latest distraction Of the banquet table Stretched to the horizon. We starve  Our elbows are locked open While the snow falls And the fire rages Thinking we are the lucky man.

 Does the song Speak to your Soul Make you forget Storm clouds overhead.  Make you want  To lose control over the sound Of the latest commercial formula To sooth your mind. 

Log on World changing At the speed of light At the speed of sound As gladiators kill  In virtual stadiums Lights up Lighten up It's all in vain In the end. Artificial Intelligence is an oxymoron.