Tyranny on TV– and More!

What, you wanna rule oceans of plastic? This

life is life, I guess, gray loam wind swirling,

birds screaming endlessly through the A.M.

Hospitals are rampant with invisible

invasion, and our houses are out of style

(A trip to the woods. Leaving the house

for leaves). Someday soon there will only be

the desolate smell of earth. And in your heaps

of junk we once had family. We crushed Coca-

Cola cans to hear a tin melody. We called

for feedback from the stars.