Tuesday, 4 November 2014
UTOPIATE
i went to the dr
visited his evasive eyes again
and
his
bare
yellow
teeth
sat on his spare plastic chair again
sweat
hot
in my pants
and pits
i said - its the same old probs doc / the world falls short - you know ? theres hungry babies and preventable disease
and i never trusted the government - i was born under Heath and the Three Day Week / he never married you know ? and what is it with corporations ? i mean - jesus ! where is the responsibility and appreciation of ruling privilege ? and doc - why do bombs go bang ?
the dr said
let me stop you there son
i am a General Practitioner
and this is a general prob
a lot of people come to me with this these days
and
i
have
something
new
he wrote me a scrip for Utopiate saying
this is free
and
for everyone
the pharmacy is brand new and half stocked
but
they have Utopiate by the truckload
and
at
home
i
wash down a dose with carefully filtered water
two spherical capsules shining
like
dawn
was
breaking inside
in the morning the streets
are
full with artists dancing with benevolent technology
and
soldiers coming home to retrain
as
International Rescue
and
Nestle tweeting its voluntary demise
and
papers
announcing they wouldnt lie anymore
and
that
the
Rich would say sorry to the Poor
in
the
O2
tonight
at
9 pm
Labels:
dream,
international rescue,
O2,
rich and poor,
soldiers,
utopia
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