2025 No.2
A poem by Rex Tyler (rex@cooksdelight.co.uk)
Source: www.cooksdelight.co.uk


We know there's cameras everywhere
Big Brothers on our case
Big Sister, sorry Mister
Its now hard to keep pace
You dare not scratch your buttocks
Or pick your nose these days
Without some blighter recording you
I mean, its all the craze
Sending peoples pictures into Government
And getting paid and a letter full of praise
Have you seen the Talking Camera's
they listen and they shout
Back at you,if what you do is wrong when you are out
And then you will be picked up
and thrown into some cell
Fingerprinted, DNA'd and then sent off to Hell
17 years have passed us by
The Robots are on stream
The Robots make decisions
The Robots joined the team
And what about the workers
Well what about them, they
Are wearing radio collars
And they sit about all day
The kids are chipped as soon as they are born of course
The Government tracks you everywhere you go
Your photographed, Robotosized
thats all you are worth
Broadband came and Broadband went
A bit like Planet Earth
Everything is dead there
and radioactive too
And now we're up here on the moon
and I detest the view
We're living in the caverns
The Robots guard us, we
Must work at mining moon rock
the rest is History

Sometimes we sit and ponder though
Of how it all went wrong
9/11, The War on Terror
Climate Change, the Thong
Women's Liberation,Stem Cells,
Terminator
GM Foods, Camola Oil
and banning the vibrator!