where'd the stairs disappear to?
my country got locked up last night for impersonating a free thinker.
i'm not altogether sure if the powers that somehow think they be
are simply against free thinking, or those who impersonate such.
sometimes, for real, my country thinks free.
i hear it thinking all over the telephone wire.
i bootleg my country's thinking
and begin to talk as if I indeed were my country.
sharply dressed night life types say
gee,Scott, you sound like a fine weekend in some country.
i thank them for their energy and give them a book
called where'd the stairs disappear to?
i actually haven't read the book,but i like the cover
and give it out for that reason.
it was ghost written by a pair of hard legs
that have walked way too much and long.
maybe they are my legs.
maybe they are your legs.
they were last seen impersonating a free thinker,
they wanted to blend in with my country.
free thinking is not all that good, really,
a grade schooler explains to me,
shouldn't you get paid for your thinking?
payment of thought? hmm.
they used to give you a penny for each one.
maybe now they give you a dollar bill.
those stairs really didn't go anywhere.
they are in your living room, right now,
asking that you climb them with your hard legs
so you can see how far your country extends itself.
i will now go and extend myself
as far as nobody can see.
i will become one with the free thinkers.
if they will let me in, that is.
sometimes the doorway you go through gets very narrow.
sometimes the door just won't give.
---Scott Wannberg |
