The past is still there
To see
In milk cartons
You look at the fuckers
And there’s a screw top
But they still make it
So you can unfold it
Just like they used to
It was harder
But it gave more flow
You’d think
If the spout was better
They’d package them squarely
But progress fails
It’s kind of like neurosis
We can’t move on to something better
Until we’re sure it’s better
And we still leave the old ways
For bastards or obstinate pricks
Or those who remember the right way
To use
While we’re eroding these constitutional mandates
Juice is juice no matter where it comes from
But there’s only one true representative democracy