F-R-E-S-N-E-L Licenseur - Emperor X

Let’s hit the interstate

With a call sign like that, girl, you’ll never want to return

Let’s pull over all the silencers we find, and put them in

A locked un-American standard

A hurtling ball across the freeway midline:

«I didn’t mean to wreck your van, man

I only want to take it to the center of the Marshall Plan.»

I want to drive

I want to pilot

And put it down

Let’s put the state in a lockdown crisis

I’m over wheels now

My eyes were never gouged

They were injured

New York state!

The DMV cries

Where’s your pile of illegal telescopics to abuse?

If Fresnel ever lived, he’d approve

What else did he live for?

But wait- he loved, just like anyone else!

He had a heart, and a stomach, and a knee, and a blinker

And his own soul tripod

The turnpike’s one lane in Agony Court

A longitudinal wave impacts your fort

But Fresnel, my good man, you’ve done much for our time

The world’s undersea links, and the internet

And I drive