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Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Song lyrics

Blues song lyric from the 1970s about how phoney the world is getting.

Submitted:Jan 25, 2011    Reads: 30    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I've got those polystyrene plastic
Artificial blues,
All the good things in life
Are now left unused.

My milk is mere powder
Powder and warm water,
My diet is receding,
Can't get much shorter.
My clothes are synthetic
Pathetic artificial wool,
The world has been taken over
By such bloody fools.

Even my meat now
Is really just rice-bread,
Instead of real wheat
Now I'm eating lead.
Artificial coloured
And sweetened too,
Artificially preserved now
And tasting like spew.

© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts


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