My little hometown: nothing more
than a circuit diagram etched into
the hide of a big blue planet! The
cars and trucks and schoolbuses
and bikes and pedestrians...
mere electrons flowing into and
out of 'town' off the Terminal Pike
over copper in-roads with names
like Positive Parkway and
The Electron Expressway,
slowing noticeably as they cross
narrow little resistor bridges...
pulling right into Municipal Capacity Parking
over by the DC overpass right after
via The Line Road Connector...
And us? Why, we’re just some redneck,
low-tech, backwater (and a bit old-fashion)
operation up here in this neck of the board's
boondocks...! Our traffic: relatively very minimal.
The truth? 'Current' affairs are practically
non-existent, and most of us here don't even
have even a negligible meter reading on what it is,
exactly, that we do... in the overall schematic of things.
Not that we give that much of a rat's butt…
not really. Hell, for all we know we probably
amplify, or rectify, or filter something or other...
Who really knows...? But anyway, what the hey…
You might call it 'sour grapes,' but we’re just
pretty much grateful that we don’t have to live
the fast-pulsed, high-voltage, high-tension,
high-tech, top-of-the-line, cutting-edge life
that regulates our highly-developed, urban
metroplex neighbor across the board: