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An early existential poem from the late 1970s.


Submitted:Jan 29, 2011    Reads: 32    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The world is changing for the worst
The computer is now in control;
The man came round with the IOUs
To cart away all of your dreams.

Unemployment is high, so very, very high
Yet prices are set to go even higher;
Television ads. plug wonder drugs
That work by sheer magic (or so it seems)!

The whole world is on your back to conform
To give up your fantasies of being a writer;
Give up your hopes, to fit into the norm
Fit right into the dreary old mainstream.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts





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