The day dawns, the cat yawns
All across the land we rise as pawns
The systems says we all must try
And follow rules that by and by
Stifle your choice under the lie

Their myriad taxes run for whom
So many layers conceal in gloom
Search between and you will see
The tax is taxed for you and me

For every hour that we work or play
More dollars pass the revenues's way
And so the suits devise more schemes
Offshore banks and other dreams

No such luck if you lack funds
You slave to feed and clothe your child
Social life squeezed moribund
Just 300 channels to drive you wild

Cyber this and cyber that
We sit so much we all get fat
Take some pills if we care
Then run on platforms in stale air

Modern life - can you call it that
The satisfaction seems quite flat
Lets break out into pastures new
Run for pleasure in cool dew

Now we need some fresh ideas
Break away from all the fears
Of credit crunch and climate change
The next few years could be quite strange

Challenges vary round the globe
Disease and famine have their hold
War and peace come then pass
Relationships are built on glass

Dusk falls, the owl calls
Terwit-terwoo - is he calling you?

(c)Rhumour

April 4th 2008