Joe Tennis chased the one good idea   he'd had his whole life.   And when he finally caught up with it   he did what he thought was right.   So he watched the idea's tail-lights   fade down the highway,   and with them the hope that   his life could be any other      way than how he found it   how he found it   how he found it      What was Joe Tennis thinking at the time?   'I'll let my idea   go, if it comes back to me its mine.'   But the idea hung a left   and become a faint spark on distant horizon.      The Idea knew things that Joe never did   and It smiled to itself   behind the wheel and lit a ciagrette,   when a frown of a thought   crossed The Idea's mind,   because if it, and you and I, think   we know Joe's kind,   then how had Mr. Tennis ever found it?   And he found it, twice.