I can't be sure, but I don't think people often go to the internet to read poetry. I know I don't, and I quite like poetry. So in that spirit, I present another poem. Regular goofy drawing services will resume momentarily.
Super Industrial Blues
The plastic, the steel and
The strofoam shell
The aluminum foil
The styling gel
The cathode ray tube
That brand new car smell
Cracking scabs cover
The skin on my mind
Didn't even notice
I was already blind
Didn't even notice
What I'd left behind
And it eat me alive
It eat me alive
Gonna eat me alive
Oh, no
The newsman, spokesman
Man-on-the-street
Voices on the tee-vee
So soft and so sweet
I'm closest to the people
I'll never meet
We can talk all day
But ain't nothin' new
I shouldn't be here
But neither should you
Ship's full of stow-aways
There ain't no crew
And it eat me alive
It eat me alive
Gonna eat me alive
Oh, no
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