Cosy
We might be cosy With our conspiracies Made up stories To make sense Of this world Who don’t like stories? Or a conspiracy? remember the good book, It had great stories We might like a life of leisure With a universal basic income Food delivered to our doors Everything else and more We would ride on our bikes Without leaving the front door Go cycling in the Alps, swim in the Azores We might be cosy With our conspiracies Made up stories Too make sense Of this world Who don’t like stories? Or a conspiracy? remember the good book, It had great stories We would live in our pods Like amphibians sometimes go outside But mostly subterranean We would have lots of vitamin D To keep us glowing, To keep us healthy And if there was a crisis We would not sit still and freeze We would get on our bikes To top up the electric meters Pedal power to warm us To give us central heating Ride in unison With our headsets on Power ourselves Toward the great mushroom cloud The cloud we all talk of… The cloud in our heads Perhaps it gives us comfort A logical ending To a rather complicated Middle of the story… We might be cosy With our conspiracies Made up stories Too make sense Of this world
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RobotsRobots I used to be scared of robots Now there’s despots Desperate despots Robots I used to be scared of robots I forgot about despots Desperate despots Why go turning back the clocks No one wants your yesterdays brew Despots Must be unsure of the future Unlike robots the futures better off without Despots Desperate despots Robots Have no physical borders They use 21st century apps Despots read 18th century maps Stop Turning back the clock No one wants Your yesterdays brew Robots Robots drink from tea pots, Polka dot tea pots homely homely tea pots With a vibrant flavour The right temperature A new brew With 21st century apps Not old maps And borders Malleable borders Bent by despots With military hats Old hat dirty rats With tea pots Broken tea pots Everywhere Dirty rats can be got Robots maybe not Dirty Rat The cat is out the bag You’re old hat The future’s already here Dirty Rat The cat is out the bag You’re old hat The future’s already here Algorithm’s going to take you down Algorithm’s going to hunt you down Algorithm’s going to play you at your own game Algorithm’s marked your name AI Is no longer the foe Now that you’ve stooped so low Despot, you’ve disrupted the flow And guess what, Algorithm’s going to let you know ConfusicaI stand inside It’s so quiet Yet the birds outside Sounds like Piccadilly Circus And I think That I will sit back Have a cup of tea Whilst The busyness Continues All around me Though isn’t it so During times Of calm The wheels keep Moving Whilst you’re in One place Then you look Outside And they’ve already decided What’s your fate And you feel that you’ve missed out Or you’ve been Too late Because you look Outside And things have changed And you don’t understand And you try to catch up But they’re on to the next thing Already And you think Well it was a nice cup of tea And what was I late for anyway At least the robins seem charming And the shine on a magpie’s coat Is so mesmorising When it catches the light, But I see They’re up to no good Trying to steal Get an upper hand Grab more land It gets out of hand The seeds get sown The birds get louder They call it Confusica The wheels keep turning Confusica’s learning Confusica Confusica |
AuthorSam Weldon - Artist |