The future
Is a chic, tempting razor
Almost invisible to the naked eye
And if you step, gingerly, onto its blade
Hedging your bets on this side or that
Of sensual sharp
Then you'll be left by the roadside
Dazed and bleeding
Watching neon prophets and pioneers
Blazing a black sky chrome in their wake
But
If you ride that glossy wave
Full throttle, frothing at the mouth
Will all the media wolves in rusted sidecars
Howling and snapping for you, yes you!
That one-shot savvy crop top cane operator
With a fix for finesse and
Always an ace up your pinstripe sleeve
Just old enough to know better
Just young enough to believe
Then, my friend
You'll always be
One step ahead
Of the future |