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What They Can’t See

 

     Mach                                 

Remember, Potts, humans are a gullible specie.

Remember, Potts, we invent reality.

Remember, Potts, all the things people believe in . . .

that . . .they . . .can’t . . .see!.

 

LIKE GOSSIP AND THE DAILY NEWS

WHICH ARE THE SOURCE OF EVERYONE’S VIEWS

ON THINGS THAT HAPPEN OUT OF SIGHT

OVER THE HILL, OR IN CHAMBERS TIGHT.

HE TOLD SHE TOLD HIM TOLD HER.

IF A NICE FELLOW SAID IT, IT HAD TO OCCUR.

DID ANYONE SEE…

THE CUNNING DEED, THE SECRET PACT,

THE CRYING NEED, THE GHASTLY ACT?

PLEASE, LET’S NOT CONFUSE

ALL THAT GOSSIP AND THE DAILY NEWS.

                                                                       

ONE CAN WONDER HOW FAR WE’VE GOT,

BUT IT’S A FACT OF THE HUMAN LOT

TO BELIEVE THINGS THAT CLEARLY ARE NOT.

 

TAKE RELATIONS BETWEEN THE SEXES.

LOVERS NEVER FACE THE FACTS.

FROM THE MOMENT OF ATTRACTION

THEY PUT ON THEIR FINEST ACTS.      

HE’S A PRINCE, SHE’S A DOLL,

HE HOBBLES AND SQUINTS, SHE’S TEN FEET TALL.

THEN WHEN THE WEDDING KNOT IS TIED,

THEY SHOW AN OPPOSITE SIDE

AND COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT

THEIR MATE HAS A PROFUSION

OF FAULTS THEY HAD NOT PREVIOUSLY IDENTIFIED.

 

THEY MAKE IT ALL UP. THERE’S NO REALITY.

PEOPLE FIGHT FOR, DIE FOR, PAINT THE SKY

FOR THINGS THEY CANNOT SEE:

RANK, ELEGANCE, CLASS AND CHASTITY.

LA MODE, LA MYSTIQUE…

 

     Potts

LA CREME…

 

     Mach                                 

AND THE BOURGEOISIE.

 

     Potts                                 

The bourgeoisie?

 

     Mach                                 

You can’t see it, can you?

 

     Both

THE BOURGEOISIE!

                                               

      Mach

AND WHAT SHALL WE SAY OF GOVER’MENT

WHOSE WAYS EVADE DISCOVERMENT,

WITH POMPOUS DISPLAYS THEY PASS LAWS AND DECREES

THAT SCARCELY…EVER…CURE THE DISEASE.

“WHEREFORE…,” “WHEREAS…,” “WHEREBY…” WHAT ON EARTH IS IT?!

THEIR WORDS ARE A JUMBLE SUBLIME AND EXQUISITE.

THEY BUILD PYRAMIDS, TEMPLES, STATUES, AND WORSE

TO THE GLORY OF … UH! [SHRUG SHOULDERS TO AN UNKNOWN] WITH THEIR HAND IN YOUR PURSE.

THE SWEETEST NOTHINGS A LOVER MEANT

ARE SO MUCH SWEETER THAN THE NOTHINGS OF GOVER’MENT.

 

SO, FELLOWS, YOU SEE, THEY NEED YOU AND ME.

THEY NEED US TO PIQUE THEIR GULLIBILITY.

TO REMIND THEM IT’S CHIC TO IGNORE REALITY.

 

     Potts

TO KISS MILORD’S FEET AND SHOUT THEY ARE FREE.

                                                           

     Pitts

TO SAY THERE’S TWO OR FOUR

WHEN THERE’S REALLY EXACTLY THREE.

                                               

     Mach

IN SHORT . . .

 

     All

THEY NEED US…

TO HELP THEM BELIEVE…

IN…WHAT…THEY…CAN’T…SEE!