Once upon a time
There was a man
In an apartment
With flesh-colored walls
And a perfect view
Of skyscrapers
And rooftops
He has a brother
In a jail
With a perfect view
Of warehouses
And factories
Cover to cover
He reads magazines
And newspapers
And he likes two
Sugar cubes
In his regular cup
He doesn’t worry
About ends
It’s just progress
And we’ve all
Got to bend
Less the world breaks
If the bomb comes
It’ll come in a neat
Little package
And someone
Will build new
Quadrilateral colonies
For two