

Homer was Blessed to be Blind This is the epic song of the hectic high rise. Public truths,Homer was Blessed to be Blind by ~Introscope
private lies, all hide from the watching eyes, the Republic's youths.
Nick-at-Nite or Walter Cronkite. One must decide.
Time to waste or taste force-fed fear? Irony: in either image we reside.
Reading poetry while taking a piss – that line should not exist. "But how do you know?"
Instincts are fraught with folly. After waiting for the trolley: "Where did I want to go?"
My thoughts crumble to the rumble of mass transit.
I wonder why this future is mine. I had no hand in it.
O mighty muse! Art thou dead from long disuse? I find it tragic
That my modern tragedy would


A Notice to Alumni: Oh Adlai,A Notice to Alumni: by ~Introscope
Can you see what we've done?
Do you hear the clinking chips
of the money changers?
Would you send your only begotten
Stevenson to overturn the poker tables
in your house, where liars and thieves
earn their names as such.
Or were you one of us once?
Did you glare over the top of your
junk hand and deceive your friends
for the sake of the win?
Would you do it again, Adlai?
Oh Adlai,
Can you see what we've become?
Do you hear the squeaking springs
we call "college dating"?
Would you send us a savior to
excuse our behavior: we don't want
to change, but don't cast a stone, even
though our sins are already known.