That's my miracle meridian, Boundaries lined with my minute men, S-O-S Messages float cold, captive in glass bottles, While timidly crash-test authors spawn mountains of trash novels, Sportin' super-fresh caffeinated-hate, Raise amalgamated shakes for the shield (yeah), Yield to the mood slopes, With blue notes the silent launch lifted but I think the ground shifted when I walked, Yeah I'm the very model of a modern major general, I think it was the tragedies of science versus the world's technical marvels When Thermo-Nuclear Ace left the planet chemically startled (I'm very effective I might add)