That is soooo wrong.<br/><br/>Alright - here goes.<br/><br/>Let us go then you and I,<br/>When the evening is spread out across the sky, <br/>Like so many corn dogs etherized on that weird looking table.<br/><br/>There will be time,<br/>For the red and white sign is forever lighted and shines along the windows through half deserted streets.  <br/><br/>And there will be time, time to prepare yourself for the Slurpies and the Apple Fritters. <br/><br/>And in the shop, the women Kum n' Go (oops, wrong store) and talk of packs of Oreo. <br/>And they wonder, "do I dare?" <br/> <br/>But I have know them already, <br/>I Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,<br/>I have measured out my life with their coffee machines.<br/><br/>And the water, what kind of water, should it be?<br/>There's too many to presume. Should I pay a dollar, for a bottle?<br/>Or would it be worthwhile to have bitten off the matter with a Perrier?<br/><br/>But would it have been worth it, after all?