We are all in a great big snug
fucking opium sleep sponsored by
the elite that play the game
of more and more,
of less and less,
of animals dressed,
and mice and men
designed to impress.
Sleep on, O my little ones,
sleep and drowse away the cares
and dream of teddy bears,
and all the perfect things
that are without sin;
and no monster will ‘er
haunt or ravage thee—
I promise true;
I cross my heart
and hope to die—
as the world drifts away…
as the world drifts away…
as the world drifts away
with a whimper,
not a bang…
…and that is how the story ends…
17/1/2020