The Anarchy Of Diffraction

 Feelin' like a truck just clipped you in the hip

Can't get the thoughts to slow down, even a bit

There's snow outside on the ground

And you're sure they'll all come around

If only you could make some sense of it

But the bellwether has left you in the dust

Left you out on the prairie to rust 

                                               In the rain

Just like your mother told you would happen

If you didn't pay attention and apply yourself in school

But she didn't have the means to control your actions

When there's no father at home to enforce the rules

It's easy to become everybody's fool

So you turn on the stereo

Listen to Lydon, circa 1986

You know the one, with the names reflecting the media used

                                                                              Rise is still relevant

And you tap along to the driving bass line, Laswell at his best

And even the violin sounds distressed

Hoping that the distraction will be enough

To help you get through the treacherous rough

Ease the physical aches

Put an end to the persistent psychosis  

That clouds the Doctor's diagnosis

May the road rise with you, indeed