It's all true man,
all true.
For I was there.
Standing right there.
Just over here.
They served spuds,
like scuds.
There were women with thin lips,
dreaming of chips.
Men in wire glasses.
Apple Macs making passes.
Winking at the abject uselessness of it all.
Yes I was there,
Just standing over there.
But no one knew I was here.
