As the World just Disintegrates
As the world just disintegrates
Outraged poets gasp in wonder
Why on earth do others poets slumber
Passing swiftly through cyber space
As one reads the crap in another place
The world is crashing around their ears
This talk of love and birds and bees
Blind as bats , they refuse to see
Recession, repression at their door
Just closing their eyes they ignore
They talk of ants and queenly bee’s
“That bad old world can’t hurt me”
Wake up you fools and begin to shout
Write your verse and shout it out
Your soapbox has gone to ruddy pot
Creeping poets is all you’ve got
Cast the yoke from your ears and eyes
Or listen and see you’re artificial
World fade and die
Peter Wicks
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