I sit here 
Watching 
Old stars
On new screens
And I come to 
Wonder
What does it take
These days 
To shake the people
Out of 
Their rocking chairs
Their lazy boys
Because they all
Knew
Like I did
And they will know
Like we do
And still
They choose
A remote control
Life
With an electronic
Chair
And a TV
With all the 
Interaction
And no interaction
And they walk the streets
If they have to
When there are
No taxi cars
Around
With their eyes
Closed
Blissfully blind
With a mouth full
Of sewerage and beer
Willing to talk 
The talk
But wanting none of it
They don't want 
To be counted
They don't even want
Their voices 
To be heard
Once they sober
Up
They want to hide
Behind everyone else
Wanting always
To be first in line
Without seeing
That for this to happen
They have to 
Stand up and be 
Counted 
To stand at the 
Front of the line
And stop bleating
When all they 
Have to offer
Is a feeble 
Purr
Worthy
Of 
Nothing