Letters from the Lunar Outpost

The avaricious man is like the barren sandy ground of the desert which sucks in all the rain and dew with greediness, but yields no fruitful herbs or plants for the benefit of others.
- Zeno, Greek Philosopher (B.C. 335?-264)

Out on the plains there’s nowhere to go
Unless you wanna see a picture show
The football game is the place to be
The quarterback has an injured knee
Another night we’re out on the plains
The crickets resonate inside my brain
As I lie drunk in a pickup truck
I only wish these chicks would fuck

I cruise down Main Street
Wind blows in my hair
We cruise down Main Street
Dust flies in the air

We all got drunk and looked for some fun . . .
(Yes, we did.)

We all got drunk and looked for some fun
And so we headed for the teen nightclub
They kicked us out and they beat us up
So we went out to a wild party
Jocks drink beer and sit by the keg
There sits the hero with the broken leg
I saw a chick with a punk hairstyle
These teens so hip I can only smile

I cruise down Main Street
Wind blows in my hair
We cruise down Main Street
The donut shop is there

( . . . interlude)

I cruise down Main Street . . .

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