there are chips inside crane games to determine
     how often you get to win
there are chicks inside students who determine
     how long you get to speak

all of us are alone together and
we become lonely together
no greenhouse that continues its captivating glow
but a hothouse that helps the safe to grow

and as we drink, of our fathers we think
and as we think, we pray for those who drink 

and as we recruit, we hope to change

but in a group, we still feel strange

in a farm where light doesn’t shine fundamentally
and shyness comes surprisingly
we hope water springs eternally
and this hellish heat is heavenly