Locked in a sorry dream,
you know we're drowning in designer ice cream.
I scream: This is the present but it's no surprise,
then I realise.
What I see I spies.
The past was eagle eyed,
the futures pixelised.
Too see you nice to see you?
I had my frisbee sharpened and honed,
I had it galvanised and chromed.
Decapitate and bury your toys,
my frisbee brings the noise.
What I see I spies.
The past was eagle eyed,
the futures pixelised.
Too see you nice to see you
