Driving horse, staring, utter boredomnAre you really listening?nSay yes and no in all the right placesnnow your eyes are blisteringnAre these things of fascinationnOr are they just chatter?nWill you have to slap my facenTo find out that you matter?nI saw fighting on the sidewalknshe was down and cryingnAs he punched her in the mouthnHer fingers white with pryingnThen he took his crash helmetnAnd smashed in her friend's cheekbonenYes you can stop I think she's heard younI think she's got your messagenThough it's not the friendliest of conversationnViolence demands your participationnand now you7re watching as it sweeps the nation under