(posted on the Internet, June 9, 1996)
One man's drivel is
Another man's gold.
And nothing can change this,
Or so we've been told.
A matter of perception;
A distinction of taste.
It's all self-deception,
And, oh, such a waste.
A rotting cancer spreads across
This once great land of ours.
The net result is such a loss,
While we waste away the hours.
Drivel here and drivel there ...
It's everywhere, you see.
In the paper and "Vanity Fair,"
But mostly on TeeVee.
Rationalize, if you will,
Another "Cheers" rerun.
No matter if it's only swill,
You like it `cause it's fun.
All work and no play
Makes Al a dull man.
But no work and all play
Was never in the plan.
Drivel drains our productivity
And with it all our wealth.
For a nation to be truly free
It's a matter of national health.
Every year we buy this stuff
Made in some foreign country.
And every year we sell our stuff
So our country can make more money.
For the last twenty years
We've bought more than we've sold.
And now our account's in arrears ...
Almost six trillion dollars we're told.
"Where's this money coming from?"
You might wonder in alarm.
From you, of course, you ignorant bum,
You've gone and bought the farm.
It used to be, not so long ago,
When everyone worked so hard,
We had a positive cash flow,
And a home and car and yard.
But the steady drain of capital
Is beginning to have its effect.
As people have less money overall ...
What else would you expect?
We're going broke together, you see,
While our leaders continue this madness.
Too many people on Federal Charity
And not enough to offset the rest.
Each and every week contains
One hundred and sixty eight hours.
Fifty six to rest our brains,
And forty to make the dollars.
Thirty hours of the residue
For eating and ablution;
Thirty hours from seventy-two
Leaves forty-two for a solution.
Forty-two hours each week,
Which could be so productive,
And yet it is the drivel we seek
Because it's so seductive.
So immerse yourself in drivel,
If that is what you desire,
Your brain will atrophy and shrivel ...
To yourself you are a liar.
It takes a conscious effort
To clean the chaff from wheat.
But if you are a thinking sort,
This will be an easy feat.
Not everything is relative,
There is an absolute.
And to the mind superlative
The proof of this is moot.
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