To live, to feel the joy of living
To live, to feel the bitterness of life
To feel the petty bitching and baseness
The interchange of platitudes, plebian.
"Would you care for another scone?"
"Nice weather, isn't it?"
Destination and disease
"O what a lovely dress"
Poverty, sickness, ignorance, and strife,
This world is sick
Queasy and infirm upon its axis
Wobbling drunkenly around its sun
Towards its destiny
All things reduce to chaos and confusion
This civilisation cannot last
This age, this era,