They're sending up a press release
On the Minister of Pleasure --
The boxing days of Nebraska
Are over on this island.
We are adrift with no compass,
The world in sweet reverse gear,
And logic a luxury we can ill afford.
I would sing of the death of reason
As if it ever really lived,
But I can't make sense of the melody.
Copyright 2007, by Jon Gregory. Written in 1994.