CARS CRAWL PAST
                                     A Poem
                                By W.C. Leadbeater

          Cars crawl past all stuffed with ICE
          The cowboy in his Tony Lama's struts 
          the android bull bcks
          sex-surrogate androids with fornixators
          & I'm better off than anyone else in the biz
          Cuz I've got some burning chrome & some hot ICE
          Yet my ICE won't resist a certain virus

          I shot ICE thru a wormhole in space
          & contacted the Universal Mind of another Universe 
          Rode the tides of the info-net--in Dreamland
          & emerged in Cartoonland
          In my Tony Lama's & my Levis, just another computer cowboy
          At the cyber-rodeo

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