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Hello, what have we here?)(A young lady!)(
To what do I owe this pleasant surprise my pretty one?)(
How may I be of service this dark and wintry night?)(
Ah, I see... you wish me to look into the future, your future)(
After GCS
Es, A-levels, University...)(
After your first badly paid job in advertising)(
Okay my pretty... just cross my palm with plastic, and I'll see what Ican do)(
Wait!)(
The fog is lifting...)I see oriental paper globeshanging like decomposing cocoons
While exotic candles overloadthe musty air with their stale perfumes
And I see lentils, beans, seaweed and ricein jars on the window-sill
And it ain't hardly enough to feed the micerunning behind the lines of allergy pills
All these things will come to passwhen heroes of the middle-classface up to their responsibilities
I see and Indian fertility godhe's got thirty seven limbs to spare
And tasteless tie-dyed tableclothsthat double up as evening wear
And I see naked bodies twist and turnon the futon of dreams fulfilled
But their three-year-old kid seems unconcerned
He'd rather swallow all those allergy pills
All these things will come to passwhen heroes of the middle-classface up to their responsibilities
I see unspeakable vulgarityinstitutionalised mediocrityinfinite tragedy
Rise up little souls - join the doomed army
Fight the good fight - wage the unwinnable war
Elegance against ignorance
Difference against indifference
Wit against shit
My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below
Words said without feeling never to heaven go...
All these things will come to passwhen heroes of the middle-classface up, repent, and pay the pricefor accidentally creating life
An oversight for which they must atoneand sacrifice their own
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