Sold Down the River of Dreams

River city, no showboats
anymore. All that's left is a long
bank of empty hopes and
loud screams. Industry left on the last
train to Mexico and the Mexican people
did not get the memo. No more work
for the hometown riverboat captain, much
less the first mate.

The Grand Hotel is now a Wal-Mart with an
$8 per hour heartburn from the 99 cent lunch
they are forced to cook and then pay to eat. Sharp
dressed manager makes all the dough while the help
cooks the bread they don't make, but the Japanese do
from all the new techno I-terrific down-loadable prefab
four. McCartney even sold Lennon out, who had NO say in
the matter. Talk about a Revolution.