Obama's World

to stroll tomorrow's plastic streets
that glow at night from sunshine
To wander through the antique malls
That sold their wares to carry
To sit a commutator out upon the fastest rail
and watch the wondrous ways of youth
slip to and fro on wolly wogs as if they wear a tail
The grab hold ways of old and frail
Ride way beyond their pale
The swinging sways of counter plays
Remind me of a time
When by myself in younger days
I'd ride from time to time
Sipping coolies swapping lies
With rackers paying for crime
For in this city world of mist
There's nothing passed that isn't missed
By floating glass of Eyes
Tho once or twice in younger lives
A few were found to blink
It's all so taken care of now
So no child has to think

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

"It's all so taken care of now
So no child has to think"

Yes, they've been robbed, and don't even know it. It's the death of imagination. It's electric, and sudden, and only two dimensions...Ed

[R J Askew]

Is this a sigh against socialism where the state gradually takes care of more and more and the individual is reduced to a grinning idiot in some upside down world of another's design?