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| Progress A shattered cappuccino cityscape Underneath a latte sky Pretenders in their chinos Marching slowly by An added jaunt to every step An effort to disguise The mocha shade malaise Staining the inside Hollow lives framed out by networks Meetings, stocks and shares Realities left blinded With Gucci’s gauche eyewear So self involved important Ignorant until the end Like the miners and the rovers All we ever do’s pretend Pretend it will last forever Not migrate overseas To some cheap tin pot despot Building up more shattered dreams And as the skies roll over mocha A shitty down pour threats release Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust Everyone will rust in piece But at least we will all look good In our gold Armani suits In our bold burr walnut coffins For history to loot To loot, repaint. Recolor The distinctly mocha view Through a crystal prism filter To a distinctly rosy hue Of a world when we were winners Where our happy days were long A world bereft of sinners Before it all went wrong |