(from the moon series)
There was no executive decision made.
Some muscle head likes a regular gas
Chevrolet and his friends follow
the trend. Pretty soon the rest
of the world produces special gas
for America and they drive on crutches
to their giant supermarket. Pretty
soon you can't find a start because
there wasn't one and there's no end
in sight. You can't put a cast on an arm
that no one thinks is broken. And
what if the analyst ins't a doctor but
a president? What if there isn't one
analyst but a collective group of thought?
The rest of the world sees the move
as political snobbery and America doesn't care.
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