telephones blossomed everywhere
and frantic dirty mid lifed men
started skipping and running
thru these endless fields full of flowering phones

all the phones had conversations in them
and they all started to get mixed up
so that noone had to worry about
what was going on anymore
cause they couldn’t work it out anyway

see, the words from the phones
took on their solid form
in the brightest colours you have ever seen
and they floated thru the bright blue air
mixing and breaking up and fluttering over everything

the phones withered and died
and the new words blew everywhere
according to the pattern of the winds

the mid lifed men were finally happy
and didn’t seem to hurt no more