With a joking smile
Is the hat on the docile
Baldhead of Dr. Joint.
I see a hidden game
In the industry’s name.
Here lie the secrets
Between the crickets
Who talk in coded messages
Of weapons and explosives
Of which even the state can deny
As UFO’s of another’s DreamWorks.
We follow the truth in ourselves
In search of facts
The sane could not understand
And as they follow old dreams
They are blind to new lovely sight.