Glad to belong to the mainstream;

Delighted that my boats are burned.

I’ve joined the crowd life passes by,

The columns of the unconcerned.


My friends will never admit it,

But we are all set up just fine.

The ink, still drying on the page,

Initials with gusto each line.


There is now no way back for us;

The contract is sealed, like our fate.

And what is more, conformity,

That slave to duty, lies in wait.


It’s not all bad news; vacations,

Enlivened parties, late-night shops,

Will ease our minds and lighten loads

Till bells ring mute and music stops.

◄ Cynics

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 12th Apr 2021 17:43

Thank you Tom, Adam, Aviva and Holden for the likes.

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