This Babylon box of ethical tricks
This piglet’s house of digital sticks
Where nobody needs to look you in the eye
And the jokers cavort with linguistic cream pie
And the effort required to maintain egolibrium
Drains all the life, all the oil and Uranium
From the little black box at the foot of the bed
Where you stash all the stories from the top of your head
Laughter rebounds in the halls of the Far Queue
The lobotomised madman continues to review
His reasons for scribbling half-witted and untrue
Seven fifths of a moral and misguided haiku
This piglet’s house of digital sticks
Where nobody needs to look you in the eye
And the jokers cavort with linguistic cream pie
And the effort required to maintain egolibrium
Drains all the life, all the oil and Uranium
From the little black box at the foot of the bed
Where you stash all the stories from the top of your head
Laughter rebounds in the halls of the Far Queue
The lobotomised madman continues to review
His reasons for scribbling half-witted and untrue
Seven fifths of a moral and misguided haiku
June 2006
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