my love is dedde.

Then they smelled of flowers

Now they smell of petrol

Then they dressed in robes

Now we put on badges

Then they had good writers

Now we’ve got easy readers

Now we’ve got good liars

the slickest of 'em are our leaders (amen) 

Then they had raw food

With vitamins and what-not

Now our grub's pre-chewed

And we live on chocolate

Then they had relationships

Now we have betrayal

Lovers are like actors

Looking to entrance and play with you

Before they beat a hasty exit

Then they had clouds to anthropomorphize

And project daydreams onto

Now they’ve given us ipad tablets

To swallow and to drown in

Then they had short lives

now we’re in a frozen state of perma dread

No-one lives or leaves

There is just success in sex

I’m sick of this pretence and hypocrisy

I’m sick of these stupid games

And pretty bubbles of fantasy

My love is dedde

I taste of bile

I’m so lonely I could wretch

I’\m so lonely I could smile

painting: william blake