A Journal of Humor and Verbal Anarchy

 
Yuppies Paradise

Ithaca, Ithaca -
home of People's Popery,
David's Soapery, Faddish Potpourri;
Mecca on the Lake
for those on the make-
Ezra, Ezra, you did so much;
Ezra, Ezra, with your golden touch.
You chopped down the trees,
to build a factory for Phd's
Yes, you put us on the map,
Now it's up to us to close the gap,
To stick a Walmart in the woods,
and import more consumer goods.

Ithaca, Ithaca, your shining waters
have found new quarters,
pumped up to the Cornell gym
that's quite an uphill swim.
Our 24 hour banking machines,
our lively cafe scenes
make Ithaca an American dream.
Our intellectual cream
makes us oh so proud,
yes, with culture we're endowed.
Ithaca, Ithaca, home to galleries,
museums and bagelries.
Home of Greenstar, Moosewood,
and all white neighborhoods.
Utne rated you superior,
were their motives ulterior?

Ithaca, ithaca, a yuppie's paradise,
for those who pay the price.
You can live ecologically,
in your own gated community.
Up in ecovillage buy a home,
with a working solar dome.
You can get all you need retail,
and still work to save the whale.
Ain't it gorges, ain't it grand?
This is your land, this is my land.
Let's tear down the regime,
then stop for pistachio ice cream.
We can make a little money,
in this land of milk and honey.

Ithaca, Ithaca, a true utopia,
now don't you be a dope ya,
buy a farm and go organic,
people won't catch the trick
if you clone a carrot with a duck,
call it natural and charge a buck,
We've got scholars up on the hill,
working overtime on a pill
to make you oh so much smaller,
or equip you with a coat of fur.
Yes, the future is plain to see,
in our most enlightened community.
It won't come as no surprise,
when you see the new high rise.
They're going to bring it all downtown,
and wrap us up in a big red gown.
We're all be happy as mice someday,
thanks to the miracle of DNA.
Comments invited at: ezrakidder@gmail.com - Peace, Ezra at 8:09 AM