Tea With Orwell
I dream in sanguine
crippled 'pon the demise
of paupers.
Shackled to my seat,
unable to believe
this is reality.
Wake me up,
Oh someone wake me up.
Pour water 'pon me,
pinch me,
slap me,
kick me awake,
I've slept enough,
tis more then I can take.
It's science fiction come alive,
wreaking havoc before my eyes.
Oh won't someone please wake me?
Before I die in my sleep.
Joining Orwell for a cup of tea.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2010
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