I wrote this poem in 1982 about the times we were living in, and I think it’s still relevant!
We’ve got you on tap, on tape-
Computers rule our lives.
Hurry up and pay your bill- for zero.
The shop steward knows you’ve got three wives.
Playing on a synthesizer,
Put in some harp for effect.
Thirty number codes on frozen carrots,
Simulated warfare, New York’s wrecked.
Dreaming is still easy
And painting the dream’s still hard.
Thinking about goodness still so easy,
Carrying it out still always marred.
Here in the 1980’s I pause to catch my breath.
Aeroplanes are eating up the distance,
Everybody travels, birth to death.