Think, she thought. Where was that revolution?
She could damn well use a solution, but television
or no vision, ain't no revolution envisioned here.
Ain't no revolution in the institution. Think.
Where was the chairman? And she could damn well
use some fresh air, man. Fresh air, not this institution
pollution. Is anyone listening? Or just the television?
Think. You are older and slower. Think. Am I a tin star?
Or was it an El Camino? That's a car. Or was it a truck?
Try not to feel, love. It's gonna be all right.
You know it's gonna be.
This week's 100 Word Song at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog is "Revolution" by, ahem, The Beatles.