Amelioration Nation
Went on down to the station,
looking for a brand-new nation.
Looking more, less was found,
chasing tail round and round.
It seems all had melted in the pot,
ameliorated, on the spot.
Was no spice, no life, no grit,
tasteless bread pudding,
was all you get.
Where was the verve, the drive, the gall,
to figure it out; to conquer it all?
Survival had settled into a rut,
pruned the tree of every last nut.
All were living the proper prepper life,
boiled down to just, avoiding strife.
Sucking along on the corporate tit.
one-size-fits-all is what to get.
Couch potatoing a fantasy world,
where virtual stimulation is unfurled.
Just cruising along into stagnation,
riding the rail to amelioration nation.
Copyright 2015 © Ronald W. Hull
11/5/15
Regis
Scarily poignant.
Always,
Deborah
Also remember the cheese lines provided for the ones that were promised
A chicken in every pot..... By the liberals
one-size-fits-all is what to get.
So damned sad what has happened to far too many of us, including most of our so called 'leaders' today, who seem to now love that corporate tit above all else.
Interesting write.
Lady Mary Ann
John
Love ya!
Jane
But enough to make one ill
Your poem amused with a great notion
Colour of gruel is the pill
While we better ourselves with lotion.
hug
Kathy