Monday, 20 April 2020

Wasted world

I shall miss the blue blue sky
The clean air the bird song  meadows 
Plastic free streams 
 Clean streets and friendliness  
Thinking time, creative time 
And the no vapour trail  sun 
Real life my one life 
All this will go  
When the ceaseless mechanical  
Shit-din begins 
Again 
The moronic team meetings 
The sick joke of safeguarding
 The stock driven  trivia  of it all 
The GDP  that I’m measured by
 The daily share index crap 
The appraisal and the CPD 
The soul destroying commute
  The shopping as mind numbing entertainment
  Work as gameification 
Sex as commodity  
Alcohol anaesthesia  world 
The hero worship of nothing  
For nothing by nothing 
travelling nowhere  
All of it  
This wasteland of a billion lives

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