michael nesmith
the candidate
Half the world concerned with a slightly tarnished masterpiece Hoping to return as the once forgotten culture thief Lying on its side, the stately vessel now replete With harbingers of peace, telling lies  Waiting at the door with a stance secure in second thoughts Overlooking signs of the spiritual bereavement's cost Trying to arrive at a destination that they've lost To ignorance which winks at them and smiles  Listen well The patience of the people soon will end Time will tell As the melting of your plastic smile begins  Sailing ships of state and ignoring navigation laws Through the sea of man, the captains mad with power pause And congratulate themselves on the virtuous and noble cause Which must surely save the world and alter time