What claims pure
Is driven and un-riven
Whole and focused
The Locus of Control
Knuckle-bones and frail frames
Slit-throat screams
Endeavor to tame the masses
What passes for integrity
In the first of all cities
A mass mind interpretation
Integration, wholesale assimilation
Open wide for another mouth
Full of sunshine, promises and hope
Swallow, follow, grope
Swing from the rope
From which we all will hang
Tomorrow is today
What we sing
We sang to your ambivalence
Once Upon a Time.