I'll Take My Cocoa Sour.

Born to an unchosen world

At an age, too early to object.

Now they tell me I have responsibilities!?!?

Herrummph!

I should cocoa!

This ‘R’ word seems to have grown in import,

In stature, in this twenty-first century, post-modernist

Mind set.

Upset.

Procreation?

An essential requirement for the growth of society.

Without indoctrinees there can be no future.

No incoming government cash, no bonus for obeisant acquiescence.

No unreasonable taxation.

No fix.

Why not lie back and relax?

Why bother when Nanny rules, and Matron controls the ruler.

‘Breathe, Bleed and Breed’,

The ubiquitous mantra of the synaptically anaesthetised mass

Crowding in, crowding out and down,

Trampling brothers, sisters, wives and husbands

In the rush to be ‘normal’.

Below the radar there are those above.

Superceding, undermining, inch by inch

The imposure of the average.

The requirement.

No matter how loudly protestation rings,

Profound deafness, selective though it may be,

Will dominate.

Silencing any demur.

For now, that silence is no more than cover for signs.

For immoderate expression of liberty.

To breath, to bleed, to breed,

To teach,

Is the difference

Between the now and the next. ⓒ Ruairidh. 2010

I'll Take My Cocoa Sour.

SteeleSwan

San Roque, Spain

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