An Easy Sell

The crowd throws their hands up proud
Something's lurking underground
Here they come, come, we run, run
Graphically depict a scene
Affably be sick and mean
We sing, sing, sing, sing
Swing across a deep ravine
Jump to flashpoints we have seen
Swing over a sprawling scene
Jump into each other's dreams

Disaster looms from door to door
Extracting data from the floor
What's it for, for, 4, 3, to her
Crooked digits and bent nails
Reaching over blown back sails
We fail, fail, fail, fail
Smoldered minutes burn into hours
Candyflip like windblown flowers
Just as quickly as it was ours
Now defrocked of all our powers

Actions speak louder than words
But a picture won't be heard
So we shout, shout, out loud, loud
Young philosophers have left the womb
Socrates is still in bloom
They read, they think, they speak, we blink
Uncertain in this quaking bed
From all the mysteries we've been fed
And all the rights that we've been read
The populace remains misled

Our random-access memory fails
Our random access beached like whales
This gale, gale is stale, stale
Something always rings a bell
Something's are an easy sell
Show and tell, tell, tell
Tell them put literary thoughts aside
You'll never execute the dial
You'll never resist the hive
You'll never take me alive