Forced abandonment of the internal forces of democratic continuity,
followed even sooner by the retrospective nihilism of the governing oligarchy.
Creeping Socialism warms the electric blankets of the toiling proletariat,
under every bed hides the thermostat of social conscience
and Kremlin inspired agents of poverty.
Four car loads of rugby supporters found themselves lost
on the highway of commercialism,
wondering even then what planner had taken them
from what they supposed to be a leisurely activity
down the road of ruin towards a cunningly engineered path
of sexual repression and stereo typical simplicity.
In the meantime a truckload of merchant bankers
and stock traders hurtled past,
angrily waving their Chardonnay and aubergines
at the sign post that read social responsibility.
Five miles on, the driver remembered
his last episode of social responsibility,
being his abortive relationship with a mod
for the sole advertisement of non-drip high gloss pain
This hit and run entanglement in a vacuum of conformity,
was doomed by it's lack of equity.
His goal was thrust, hers was trust and so
they left each other to rust
and now the nihilistic aids of irresponsibility
had placed them miles from each other,
even though they inhabited the same insane flat
thereby presenting a facade of respectability
to their cretin minded and likewise equally inhibited friends
of moral insanity
1987
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