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