Pillform No. 2

Through these last fifty years as
Televisions taught us war is folly and that
You should never throw over your real friends
And in the end it might be better to give the trophy back
And tell 'em how you were cowed and conscripted
Giving milk to a war that you now understand

Through these ten thousand years as
Books have taught us that love is folly and that
If you only have one friend then you're famous
And there's work and then there's making work as invisible as
Wishing it down into pill form while staging spills
With the drink in your opposite hand

Through these last several moments
Words have taught me that words are folly and that
When the ancient slams into the transient
There's no way to determine who should get their money back
After this everything is fitness
Bigger dreams, bigger screens, bigger feelings are planned
Bigger dreams, bigger screens, bigger feelings are planned
Bigger dreams, bigger screens, bigger feelings are planned