"Do you like Huey Lewis and the News?" They come in their groups. Malformed creatures decorated in silk. Repulsive features concealed in pathetic veneer. I bear witness spouting pointless rhetoric to limitless ends, like moths to light, confined in their monotonous loops. drowning in luxurious poisons to numb this existence? I bear witness Sheep in the flock Who is your Shepard that guides you to the desolate pit-holes of Mount Fuji? Constitutionalised and assimilated in your