I hear the steel and rubber river
rush to tear its concrete bed
The one with the intermittent stripes
How incarcerated it must feel
not grazing on grass
but filling with gas
In the bubbles of this river
There is flesh and blood
and precious little brains
lots of desire…lots of power
not much meaning in the motion
not much thinking in the notion
but the sound is kinda cool
STICK YOUR TOE IN
then we’ll see who is a fool.
River of Fools
