between the yesterdays there is no past
our history is turned into a sale
product and seller that's the only tale
there was just nothing and then came the blast
the stencil's cut and the die has been cast
we wrap the cloth up in a neat square bale
all roughness hidden by a gauzy veil
with a good presence fortune will be vast
we could state facts but that would be so dry
no one would care about making things true
the only thing that matters is the cash
so let the audience lap up every lie
bring on the meretricious into view
and turn the whole world into just more trash
03 February 2008
between the yesterdays
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