The good old days

"We shall meet in a place where there is no darkness '' ( Georges Orwell )

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Oh youth ,springtime of beauty !

You,who are going to pick the flowers 

of peace and love in the devastated  ricefields

and  burning djebels ! .

The enemy is clearly identified ,

 Let's go to  Utopia to live out our ideal !

 even though people still confuse 

the Buddha with the great  helmsman ! 

  the world will be beautiful in 1984 .

we have faith in you big brother  ,

  devotees who believe in happy  consumption !

'' You let us rest in a green suburb 

between a wallmart and a trap spot ''

   Amen .

Those were the good old days .

 sputnik  on the clock .

 the rock was emerging in the wind .

The fiberglass towers hadn't been born yet ,

I start moving to a twist beat ,

 while the  extrasensory were sending us Bobby Fischer 

in an episode of the twilight zone ...

  Did the angel press to hard when it placed its finger

under my lips ?

 do you remember the story of a man and a  lolita ,

last year in the hushed atmosphere of a love hotel 

in Marienbad  ?

 Next year ,perhaps,the eternal awaits us  

in that sacrilegious temple where the remains 

of the last supper are rotting away ...

  God old days ...

Treacherous dealers of  the temple 

you fled,abandoning the child to lust ! 

   Gold old days ...

Collective nostalgia feeds on forgotten massgraves .

 everything that memory shoves into its shameful 

storerooms ...

  I am talking about a time where we didn't need 

a chatbot to make us even dumber ...

  That's how I found myself in the enchanted world

of Mary Poppins ,which felt like a cognitive dissonance 

with Janis Joplin ...

 I was getting ready to become  an old jerk  daydreaming 

about Ursula Andress stepping out of the bath...

  who knows...Maybe ,I was lucky enough 

to die before I got to experience the good old days...

  the wall came down and as did the towers ...

  The trap spot has turned 

 into a supranational organization ...

  I didn't go out of my way for that .

Since I still have a shabby life to waste ,

 I write nonsense that nobody gives a damn about...