Nowhere

Usher in 1984

Conform with their tag

No face to look for

Move their legs. They lag

Screeching of the board

Nothing to screen the sound

Eternal and infernal, a horde

All are here; no one’s around

Question. Why are they here?

Was it a grimace, or an underhand?

Then celebrated victory with a cheer

Pain in process, no need to understand

There’s an entrance and there’s an exit

But the park is an asphalt vacant lot

It’s everywhere and nowhere, that’s it!

Yes, it is. No, it isn’t. Yes. No, it is NOT!

Welcome them to the rest of their lives

When they had one and they had a choice

And the chose the comfort of their lives

Let them sing now what they’ve sung before: smog; no voice.