Cashless society literally and figuratively
By valiswaverider
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He was born with a stinging tail and a forked tongue
Lies where his currency
and the fiddle he did play
Tax the poor
And give unfair pardon to rich was his creed
But fair readers see
Wealth takes care of its own filthy looker
Stitched up good and proper like we was
Forced to the poor house for the crimes what we done
With only the idiot box for amusement
All the while these rich fools can play
While we sing fiddle de de
"greed is good"
Or so they say
Taking us round the horn of plenty
they gives us ten
And picks your pocket of a twenty
I quietly work on kicking up a fuss
Which one day soon will be heard louder than the men shouting on street corners
radius of attention of what was once called men
5 foot for motion
10 feet for sound
Double for under tens and half for over seventies
unsuitable leadership leads them all to bedlam
Many a true word spoken in jest
Come and see the simulacra
The unreal world
Tactics called for an active directed watcher
CCTV and internet control
I, am not talking about china but this Albion
A security in phases
Stay safe stay on guard it,s all on CCTV for your own security the all seeing eye of the state
Descent is now a sound bit and a thought crime
in the mind where sound bites cannot reach
The blazing nucleotide deep within the dendrites
in a tree of axons blowing in the breeze
Developing instincts scientifically
In line with cosmology (always a constant)
transduction with the outer realm which seems less real I,ll keep my own council
Day after day after day
passes without where the forests are not so green
experiencing it all like the ancient mariner
Feels like he’s lived it all before
what solution to be found on the inside in that rich interior called a brain?
Buggered if I know
what value is in a thought?
Feeling like an educated invisible man
looking for a future in a dream not of his own making in danger of falling into nightmare
Called hell or Tory lib dem second term
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