I visited a Junkyard, in 2033
I took my time to look around to see what i could see.
The shelves were full of broken dreams,
forgotten hope & twisted memes
The clothes of recent Emperors
lay tattered at the seams.
The place was full of Tesla & testosterone and bile
Machines which massaged egos in the corner in a pile.
The remnants of our folly lay in boxes, shelf on shelf
Whilst the flotsam of our foolishness
destroyed the Common Wealth
In trolleys full of towered trash
the truth in trouble hid
I recognsed the reckoning
and bought it for a quid.
As along the aisles i wandered in a ponderance i found
Detritus in abundance and
mistakes staked to the ground.
There was ammunition plenty
all the things we didn’t need
Like warning bells and funny smells
& books we didn’t read.
Many boxes full of beauty had been thrown away in haste
The nature of our inner soul
consumed by endless waste.
I visited a Junkyard, admittance at a cost
remembering our feckless times
& the things that we have lost.
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