They say communication is key.
I think that key has been tied to a necklace and tucked down someone's blouse.
Look around,
There's no communication here.
Talking is for the naive who think they can change the world.
Communication is key,
And it's a key that's been swallowed by a shitty magician, never to be seen again.
Communication is as mythical as a Pegasus,
As sly as a fox.
It eludes me.
Don't try to reach for it.
You'll only come across empty space.
Just let the magician do his tricks and clap when he's done.
Just don't even try anymore.
