Sunday, 5 April 2009


Round and round destruction goes,
When will it end? Who knows;
Societies crumple thru illicit thought,
What a nerve, ending in naught;
Maybe we dream of the perfect world,
waiting for Utopia to be unfurled?
Problem is, if we could ever afford,
There’d be nothing to do!
We’d end up bored

© Anthony North, April 2009

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1 comment:

Pretty in Pink said...

Yes we would... Nice one x