Newspeak
I'm sick of this twisted English
Never meaning what it says
No medals for plain speaking
Ever awarded these days.
Free Cash the machine said
But it turned out to be a skank
Later on that week the B's
Took it back from my bank.
Diverted traffic this sign said
So I followed the direction around
Just a queue of angry motorist
And of diversions not a sound
This door is alarmed it says
For god's sake give it a pill
Who wants to always walk
Through doors depressed and ill
An automatic washing machine
So the price goes up a quarter
But it ain't automatic because you
Add powder, power and water
They must think we are idiots
The language tricks they try
But I suspect we are the idiots
'cos we still go out and buy.
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