Impressionable Experiences
Philosophy of the Spirit
"Old-Fashioned Bureaucracy"
1995
Uh Oh, it's a material breach,
Clutching onto me like a leach.
I had once suspected,
For I had been rejected,
Now by my Senate, I have been elected.
How perfect it is,
For a restless biz.
It's all thought,
With little plot.
Though now I understand,
I have been my own fan.
There is no need for a race,
Life's paradox is in it's pace.
Yet how can I win
With less than a ballpoint pen?