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by Nydas



It’s just no good, I’ve hit a wall,

I’ve no resources left at all.

I need to sleep, to rest, to play,

I need to sit and loaf all day

And do the things of little use

Except to loosen off the noose

Of working life, the daily toil,

That keeps us fed and often spoils

The quiet moments where the joy

Of little girl and little boy

Should triumph, keeping our attention

Not wander off to that invention

Built to keep us tame and quiet

Feeding us with death and riot,

Safely here within the home,

The castle with the careful dome

Of distance from the other people

Who try to climb our slippery steeple,

Reaching out, but all in vain,

She’s watching the TV again.

© Nydas 2011


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