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The Obsolete Man

He don’t know no circuitry He don’t know no scheme He don’t know no hook-up No invisible stream Running thru his living room Fast as fast can No there ain’t no connection For the Obsolete Man The Obsolete Man The Obsolete Man There ain’t no connection To the Obsolete Man His head down in the river His body, sallow and damp He reaches for his wife’s ashes And lights his kerosene lamp It must be 1850 Wherever he stands The world is full of consumption For the Obsolete Man Now don’t you feel sorry And don’t you feel sick To be obsolete means You’ve already seen thru the trick The Luddites know it And ol’ Jon Swift understands; They’re standing right with me ‘cause I’m the Obsolete Man

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 12/6/2019 6:57:00 AM
This is brilliant. I adored this line: "To be obsolete means You’ve already seen thru the trick"
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Keith Dovoric
Date: 12/6/2019 9:25:00 AM
Thank you!

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