"hello...
What have we here?
A young lady!
To what do i owe this pleasant
surprise, my pretty one?
How may i be of service this dark and wintry night?
Ah, i see.
you wish me to look into the future... your future.
After gcses, a-levels, university...
After your first badly paid job in advertising...
Okay, my pretty, just cross my palm with
plastic,
And i'll see what i can do...
Wait!
The fog is lifting!"
I
see oriental paper globes
Hanging like decomposing cocoons
While exotic candles
overload
The dusty air with their stale perfume
And i see lentils, beans, seaweed and
rice
In jars on the windowsill
And it ain't hardly enough to feed the mice
Running
behind the lines of allergy pills
All these things will come to pass
When heroes of
the middle class
Face up to their responsibilities
I see an indian fertility
god
He's got thirty seven limbs to spare
And tasteless tie-dyed tablecloths
That
double up as evening wear
And i see naked bodies twist and turn
On the futon of dreams
fulfilled
But their three-year-old kid seems unconcerned
He'd rather swallow all those
allergy pills
I see unspeakable vulgarity
Institutionalised mediocrity
Infinite
tragedy
Rise up little soulsjoin the doomed army
Fight the good fightwage the unwinnable
war:
Elegance against ignorance!
Difference against indifference!
Wit against
shit!
My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below
Words said without feeling
never to heaven go...
All these things will come to pass
When heroes of the middle
class
Face up, repent, and pay the price
For accidentally creating life
An oversight
for which they must atone
And sacrifice their own
