It is an odd fact of life

that in the middle of other strife

people will fixate on the a tiny thing

far removed from the obvious scene.


In stead of dealing with reality,

they wander off into a silly fantasy

that, while it may improve their morale,

ultimately tightens their mental corral.


Trapped in a world they didn't make,

they don't even bother to make one for their own sake,

not even in their own imaginations,

settling for the herds ruminations.


If you polish an idea long enough,

it not only becomes smooth instead of rough,

it eventually begins to wear away

because you don't care if it goes or stays.


It wasn't your idea in the first place

you borrowed it without permission

you couldn't create your own to save your face

or even to earn manumission.


And of course, if someone you know

actually gets tired of the herd and has a go

at thinking for themselves,

you either shun them or yell BINGO!


So play that broken record, over and over

the blunt needle digging a deeper groove.

So play that broken record, over and over

the blunt needle digging a deeper groove.

So play that broken record, over and over

the blunt needle digging a deeper groove.

So play that broken record, over and over

the blunt needle digging a deeper groove.

So play that broken record, over and over

the blunt needle digging a deeper groove.

So play that broken record, over and over

the blunt needle digging a deeper groove.


Until the needle breaks off

or the point wears through.

Then you'll bitch that you have nothing to do...