Dedicated to Lucy Ramirez, Wherever She May Be.

LUCY IN TEXAS WITH FAXES

Picture yourself with no IBM Selectric,
With only a PC with hyperlink type.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
Bill Burkett with big crazed red eyes.
Black and white print, no yellow and green,
I think I'm over my head
Look for the RAthER with Bush in his site
And she’s gone.
Lucy in Texas with faxes.

Follow her down to a Texas Guard Battalion
Where mean old Joe Lockhart takes calls from the Mapes.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the Kinkos,
Where papers are burned in the night
Newspaper headlines appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you’re gone.
Lucy in Texas with faxes

Picture yourself in a LA Times Headline
With questions abounding of October surprise.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The Mapes with kaleidoscope eyes.