Reality.
I was walking on the street.
A big white van drove past.
I could see it clearly;
It was not moving fast.
"Reality" was written
On the big van's side.
I wanted it to stop for me
And take me for a ride.
I started to run after it,
But it went round the bend.
My chance had come, but now that chance
So soon came to an end.
So I am stuck here in this world,
Which is not really real.
You might think it's genuine;
That's not the way I feel.
We have a Queen and mobile phones;
Don't you think it's odd?
We've scientific method,
But most believe in God.
So I am stuck here just like you,
With fake women and men,
Unless I can discover
That big white van again.
*
Fear of Reality
I was walking on new ground,
Industrial estate.
I saw a sign, "Reality",
And thought, "Oh wow, that's great."
Here's a chance to be somewhere
I've never been before,
Just walk up to that office
And walk in through that door.
Then I thought of past mistakes
That made me swear and curse.
If I left this false world,
The real one might be worse.
So I thought, "No need to rush,
There'll be another day."
And so I passed Reality
And went upon my way.
*
Golden Age
We're now living longer
Than we did in the past.
Looking at the stuff we own
Our wealth is really vast.
Diseases that once killed us
Are well under control.
Instead of letting people starve
We can afford the dole.
Children now grow taller
Than they ever did before.
Electronic media
Mean life is not a bore.
Political correctness laws
Might succeed or fail,
But are a big improvement
On sending gays to jail.
Most of us have freedom,
We call nobody, "master".
We're living in a Golden Age.
It feels like a disaster.
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