New, Tidier Pixies
The stately tread of centuries has just assailed our ears
Unless we chose to listen to the rain
We blotted out the sights and sounds with wines, champagnes and beers
And still we feel the unremitting pain
Oh hellish bane!
The flash and bang from works of fire has left our senses numb
Unless we kept our noses to the wheel
And if we work for ten long years we'll earn a tidy sum
While rolling, like a ship with rotting keel
Can this be real?
The jangle of the market-tills has deafened all our scorn
Unless we leave our hearing aids at home
Beside our slings and crutches. Had we not been born,
We'd never know the glory that was Rome
All glass and chrome!
The moaning of the queuing mass has nearly made us weep
Unless our eyes are clenched agin the glare
And yet we'll cram on subway cars like acquiescent sheep
So we can simply say that we were there:
Does anyone care?
| Contributors: | TG, Roland, P. |
| Poem finished: | 14th January 2000. |