277 Oasis

I am a lone weary traveler, in search of expensive treasure. I travel across a once rich, but now petroleum-depleted land, looking for the one thing that will sustain me on my journey. Up ahead, in the hazy distance, I see it. Could it be, or are my eyes deceiving me yet again? Gasoline! Yes! Precious gasoline. For only $2.77 per gallon. No, it can't be. This must be just another mirage. Like the time I was eight days journey in the Sahara Desert and thought I saw a sparkling refreshing oasis, filled with bikini-clad servant girls reciting Seinfeld dialogue and calling out my name. I get closer and closer, waiting for the mirage to disappear. And then I see other travelers. They, too, have found the oasis. Still, I keep waiting for it to fade from view at any moment. Finally, I am close enough to touch it. It is real. I rejoice! One of the other travelers speaks to me. She talks in my native tongue. She possesses many of the qualities prized by superficial man. But I cannot be distracted. I won't be. Lest the oasis dries up. Get thee behind me, woman! I replenish my fuel supply, then I am on my way. For I am a lone weary traveler, free as a bird. And I must be traveling on now, cos there's too many places I've got to see.

"In the midst of the music, I tell her I love her. And we both laugh cos we know it isn't true. Aw, but Mary there's a summer drawin' to an end tonight, and there's so much that I long to do to you..."