fast food..

Poetry, poetry the world's unfair,
With death and taxes and boundless despair,
While conformation and the pursuit of "happiness" take precedent,
Our creativity, imagination and our wills are bent,
And to think the thoughts of a dying poet,
With all hope and gusto, crying out,
Reach not the hearts of nations,
But only serve to satisfy and humour the whims and fancies,
Of swaddling overweight patients.
~anon~

TBC