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Betwixt the Right and the Leftï»¿âWhat are you rebelling against?âWell, what have you got?(Systems of marauding financeWhich cramp the free resolve of my contemporaries).If you had had the courage, as a young manIndulging in the right booksOr visiting the right settingsOr conversing with the beautiful-You might have turned out like meFighting, falling, against the stuffed shirts ofCapitalism â" unresolvable issues steaming fromYour ears; the putrid gasses of money traps andThe faltered, failing theorems of Smith, or Nash, andGroaning in assent with the philosophy of zealous Germans-If you had had half the heart, or mind, that I have,You may have bested my ideals.As it stands, your existence is hedge-trimmed withThe rust of trains journeying to the churning heartOf the city, tabloid-sized broadsheets, a garageTo park in, an unlovely wife to pick apart your veinsIn sleeping parentheses;Port and cigarsMiddle-class, Middle-England, Middle
Gigglewiresï»¿Sprinkle me with yourLava lamp giggle Softening, groping to the peak, and If, at any junction, you find control, Let me fall with the oily wax, Cradle me into the cushioned base.I see you there, glowing from within,Heated with the silly bulb.You weren't there when I was younger-If you had been, I might have avoidedAll that fuss I endured;Skipped the freezing winters, andJumped straight into laval summers.It's futile to fabricate a worldWhere my blood is not thinnedWith the crackle of your dialect.