Everything in the world
Has a reason––
In the late Twentieth Century
In America
It is no coincidence
That we drive around aimlessly
In flimsy cars with plastic-sounding horns
And all save very few have forgotten
The joy of re-fillable pens.
Everything in the world
Has a reason––
In the late Twentieth Century
In America
It is no coincidence
That we drive around aimlessly
In flimsy cars with plastic-sounding horns
And all save very few have forgotten
The joy of re-fillable pens.