The Dark Ages
The streets are filled with weekday warriors
dressed in grey polyester armor
carrying leather briefcase shields
and bumbershoot swords.
They rush off to slay the dragons of Inflation and Depression
and conquer the Mongol hordes named
Toyota, Minolta and Subaru.
Infant ideas are sacrificed to the oracle called I.B.M.
to learn the enemy's weaknesses
and flaming schemes are catapulted
from Boardroom parapets.
And when the horns of rush hour sound the retreat,
each weary warrior drags home to his private castle
to bind the wounds of success.