Percy Faith

Mr. Percy Faith, is your masterpiece complete?

I'm in dire need of curing this headache

There are riots in the streets and

We're still not on the moon

And I hear that you've been

Taken from the airwaves

Joseph Raymond Conniff, I am writing from Seattle

Where they now have put a trademark on the rain

And having just arrived I am staying by the airport

It was tough to find a room at the Hyatt Inn

Alice in disguises

Bill Close taken hostage

"Dear Loretta, these are my demands"

I'll be selling Arizona to the next potential buyer

Who comes in from the north in search of sand

Mr. Allan Sherman, I am writing from the future

Where the people never look you in the eye

And there is no need to talk, and the

Sidewalks they walk for you

I know everything and yet no one at all