Where are the Lions?
I hear you bleached your hair again,
and maybe put some more characters on your self,
maybe more holes,
but I know you'll look only a
little bit different.
And you're still into Chomsky;
you still believe in love.
You think disillusioned of our newly forced
lament the" drugs, drinks, and mindless sex".
The questions are there, about now and later.
Do you still have those signs for Nader?
Do you still want to be a lobbyist?
And where are the lions?