Dream on.
Walk, walk,
gentlemen
straight and tall
with your black trench coats and umbrellas
Colgate white teeth
and blackened tobacco lips.
Walk, walk.
Talk, talk,
ladies
like the sea-side’s seagulls -
throwing shit at the passers-by.
With your Starbucks lattes
and your leather Vuittons.
Talk, talk.
Play, play,
children
throw your lives down the gutters;
there’s no point,
for later you’ll get (sexually) active
and waste it all.
Play, play.
Dream, dream,
my friend,
‘tis all an illusion.
You're walking straight to Hell,
those Teddy Bears tell such cruel lies
controlled by money, and you’ve been played. Just
dream, dream.
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