Those dreaded words
of the 1960’s,
“What we really need
is a dialogue,”
all those wasted hours and days
and months and years
of the droning blather
of dull pasty faces
in sweaty little rooms
while the world crumbled
around us,
still live in my nightmares
Run, children, run
should you ever hear
that cursed, useless,
gutless, hopeless,
meaningless word
And for you who speak it:
Duct tape