A POEM about our world as we know it.
What a world!
Where the bold get accused of coveting gold
Where the old are left out in the cold
Where you’re never told before being sold
Where you must hold a particular standard and never fold
Where your mould will most certainly, eventually grow mold.
It’s always a long and rigorous road
No matter how light your load
Even if you hop like a toad
You’ll still arrive at your own crossroad.
You’ve got to learn to upload
Only what you’ll need to download
In order to maximize your payload.
Then there’s the illusion of living together in love and harmony
They call it matrimony
It usually starts with a merry ceremony
Some end up as a testimony
Some end up with alimony
You can’t even judge most for their acrimony
After hearing their story about what led to disharmony.
They say only the paranoid survive;
Who then will help to revive
What was lost in the quest for survival?
What kind of world do we hope to derive
If there’s no one to drive home a revival?
Oh, what a world!
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