Two screaming voices
Yelling at two screens
Two agreeing voices
Both see
Some violence is justified, clearly
Choose then to hate authority
Some is unacceptable - stay with me
Two screaming voices
Yelling at two screens
Disagreeing on who, though,
You see
Both 'see something and say something'
When they see the other
Both say they alone must be victorious
Ah, but both are utterly clueless
About the way the money in their pockets
And the freedom in their expression
Defy gravity
Levatating a moment
Then
- as if via the mail chute,
up from the boiler room
rising through the shining tower -
Landing in the lap
Of a group of awaiting
Gold-dipped psychopaths
Toasting another success story