There we were, all in one place,
a generation lost in space.
Now here we are a half-century after
a life with all our pain and and laughter—
almost exactly fifty years to the day
since Sargent Pipper taught the band to play,
and though they been goin’ in and outa style
we are gathered here to crack a smile.
So may I introduce to you?
--the one and only googled shears,
by which the great gargantuan engine hath snipped
every profound idle idol idyll mobile-friendly byte ever quipped:
I heard the news today, oh boy:
four trillion holes in tiny shiny mobile screens;
and though the holes were rather small
they had to rank them all.
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill
the mobile-friendly Mall
I’d love to turn your phone on . . . .
King of Soul
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