Lenny's little engine runs
He talks and talks and talks
Sometimes the brain disengages
Yet the words keep flowing
While his mind slips away
And vanishes into the illusion of reality
The world of Orwell, crossed by Rand
With enough of Dilbert's PHB
Where data flows and management manages
Without observation of results
Facts are meaningless excuses for action
Where action means running ...
Running in circles, screaming and shouting
While value erodes, funds gravitate
Toward the crisis of the moment
Spent on the effervescence of gossamer wings
Wash your hands, raise your voice
Join a community chorus
Working together to liberate the souls
Of a vibrant rural community in chains.
lemme howdt 2005
