Farming Is a Mistake, Like Tik Tok
Troglodytes worked
A twenty hour week
But I'm sat in the meeting
Blinded by the pasty PowerPoint
On the horizon
I misread the slide title as
'Come Touch Me Baby'
Then I remember that I'd read
The invention of farming
Was one big shambles
Cave-dwellers had it good
Then it all went to
The earliest texts weren't poetry
But long lists of outstanding debts
Ben Franklin spat how when
The civilised man and woman
Were captured and then released
By Savage Life they would
"Take the first good opportunity
Of escaping again into the woods."
The meeting is over and we escape
As the staff all wait by the school gate
Because we're three minutes
Early clocking out
We stare at our smartphones
It hits ten past five
Out of the starting blocks
We call it a day
On arriving home we need
To call the bank and think
About hunter-gatherers
Hanging out and hooking up
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