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Angel
At his wardrobe,
Cord trousers,
Tweed coat,
Affecting,
A ‘radical’ look,
Horn-rimmed glasses,
Goatee beard,
Selecting –
A scenic route,
To Lychpole,
‘Exactly
Arriving,
what Mr. Pinfold,
In the early morning,
was expecting’.
Recommended Reading
Televisions, televisions, televisions,
Stately homes
Turned into prisons.
Legers everywhere, Picassos.
Politicians in casual wear –
Tony Blair?
The growth of plastic surgery –
With Clara’s mask.
A woman with a beard, well that’s old hat.
Sterilization, contraception widespread,
‘The Ministry of Euthanasia’
Well, not yet.
Love among the Ruins
By Evelyn Waugh,
Much more prophetically accurate than Nineteen Eighty-Four.
Washing Machine
This Capitalist system like a washing machine;
A churning turmoil – turning people inside out,
Tossing them about, turning them upside down.
With all this technology –
The whole world topsy-turvy,
A hurly-burly with everything confused,
Spinning news (so we don’t believe anything)
All tangled up, mangled up, through the wringer,
The end of our tether; lives rendered threadbare,
No proper rewarding job (Capitalism again)
No proper romantic love (pervasive Porn)
No proper family life (the Liberal Lie)
Let’s stop this Capitalist machine
Do it by hand (Distributism).
Let’s work together for a clean fresh start.
Let’s start again afresh; let’s get our hands dirty.