Huddled
The endless sound of shutting down
Your spiralling notebook factory
Give back your inkwell of egos
System's leaking
Spare you your attention to the endless dance recital
Give to you your lesson as you're barely speaking
And huddled having won
And do you have a light?
You can't know this
Kiss like morphine
Give to them your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
Great police who guard the gates
King Richard and the Dragging Asses
Who was our first president
And who will be the last?
Are you yet convinced when you are sleeping in class?
And huddled
Through the smoke your lover comes at last
Through escaping
Not having given in to one eye winking
And straying from the garden
Through battle-scarred terrain
And to the witch's son
To you he will explain
His photos, patients, synthetic sync techniques
He's getting warmer every word he speaks
And inundated with his hair dye streaks
