TheFeatheredSleep – Searching for the real in a plastic world
Conveyer belt love
You nearly ruined me
In the shallows, near the swamp
Where if it didn’t work out?
You dumped and moved on
What a horrible way to live
Nothing redeeming, nothing eternal
I was told; you’re born three centuries too late
For nowadays people are impatient and demanding
They throw away more than they earn
We’re The Plastic Generation … hell we’ll be buried in plastic urns
In this fettered landscape, it’s no easy thing to find
Something left beating, whole and strong.
Conveyer belt love began to make sense
A logical response to an unfeeling era
Where being let down could be replaced by a clone
If you are lonely, buy yourself a Japanese doll
When you are sad, blow something up, or put batteries in
TV for the masses, turn on, tune out, get an i-phone
Be tracked by faux Politicians and told how to vote
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