Lenny's little engine runs He talks and talks and talks Sometimes the brain disengages Yet the words keep flowing While his mind slips away And vanishes into the illusion of reality
The world of Orwell, crossed by Rand With enough of Dilbert's PHB Where data flows and management manages Without observation of results
Facts are meaningless excuses for action Where action means running ... Running in circles, screaming and shouting While value erodes, funds gravitate Toward the crisis of the moment Spent on the effervescence of gossamer wings
Wash your hands, raise your voice Join a community chorus Working together to liberate the souls Of a vibrant rural community in chains.
lemme howdt 2005