Incurious — a poem

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How incurious you all are

The tick tock of the familiar clock

Days spent hard at office block

Corporate charms and smiling wives

The gleaming, knowing in your eyes

Climbing just like mum and dad

Their hand-me-down values

That say ‘you’ve been had’

So you just want the same old game

The tyrant time and buried shame

School runs and clubs and mini-mes

The inner world it makes no sense

The outer always your best bet

It’s a paradigm that serves no more

Soon, this world will come to pass

And it’s sad for me to have to say

I’d like to see you on your ass!

©simon heathcote

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