navigation of location by relation
two phone calls and i achieve triangulation
even a text message can capture the situation
with determination and no small amount of protestation
we drag the world into purification and realisation

we are tired of the half-hearted men they hired
to look after the clay which we fired and inspired
to become better creations than those mired
by the machinations of liars that these spin-doctors sired
we are going to make sure the whole place is re-wired

we'll take down the flags, use the body bags
to bury patriotism, label idiots with toe tags
smoking fags, taking ten drags, eating from paper bags
and waking anyone who obviously lags
behind -- the truth shall be printed in the mags

this is a war on lost places
where we find traces of anonymous faces
and tie up the laces of tripping men on chases
who run mazes in rat crazes and don't touch bases
with reality that often, we shall soften minds and slow paces

we're the men that thinking brings
out the caves come philosopher kings
there's wisdom in the poetry each of us sings
we give each of those apteral angels wings
people know now and don't have to ask 'how's things?'

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