They are doing it for me.

GM is buying the rights to some of the cast-off ideas from Area 51;

They are reinventing Absinthe through reverse engineering; and somewhere

They are doing it for me.

New Kids on the Block and Menudo excised from history

Never Existed; somewhere

They are doing it for me.

U.S. billionaires are sneaking into Mexico and taking jobs that poor Mexicans won’t do for lower pay.

God – or Nature – is getting all the damn toxins out of sushi in a mysterious way, and somewhere

They are doing it for me.

Wherewithal is becoming universal throughout the universe.

Time is waiting for everyone; the timely stitch is meaningless.

Birds are being advised by the National Weather Service regarding where eventually they will be wanting to fly for whatever takes the place of winter.

Somewhere they are doing it for me.

In all of the elevators there’s the Thirteenth Floor Elevators

Playing; in all of the signs where’s no meaning

Singing alright, somewhere

Doing it for me.

Visions of Johanna, Golden Rose, and Spanish Key;

Liszt, Scriabin, Webern, and Schoenberg,

They are doing it for me.

Spider John, all of them on and on,

Doing it for me.

Holding hands with it’s own skeleton,

Me can be discarded.

Breathe easily in your dreams, me,

Searching for a connection and striving to be untethered.

Wished for and received;

Wished for and disappointed.

Or no chance to wish;

Just agony, grinding or sudden,

And death.

Seems to be me,

A sore on my ankle

And hearsay here and there.