2019
The year is 2019
The U.K and U.S have been taken over by xenophobic sociopaths with floppy hair
People haven’t got time to notice the absurdity, because they’re working 6 jobs
The retirement age is about to be raised to 103
My mate John paid more tax than Amazon did last year - John is a cleaner
We all still miss Freddie Mercury immensely
There’s an app that can track planes across the sky- but sadly - still not one
That can tell us what those hand gestures at the car wash mean
(Do we turn the wheel left, right, or move forward? Who knows!)
We’re kinda figuring out that plastic is really bad but still buying it
The stuff is everyfuckingwhere but we’re not getting it
The satellites can’t scan your butties if you wrap them in tin foil, FACT!
We spend more on our pets than our homeless, but dogs are cute as fuck
We look at our phones more than the stars
Old people are very lonely, and so are young people, and those in between
Somewhere something got lost - but we can’t find it
Like when you lose your keys and keep going back to the same place
And you point at that place and say “They should be there!”
Over and over, they should be there, but they aren’t there
It’s like in 2019 we lost our keys to our own world, and our own lives.
“They should be there!” (But they’re not.)
Ged Thompson
Emilia Callahan
Fri 27th Sep 2019 13:28
This is such a great poem. It's a sad world we live in. Thank you for sharing!