The Press has still to mention,
we’ve yet to know about,
every new invention
that we can’t live without.
Prosperity seems fleeting,
mankind must comprehend
it can't continue cheating
Earth's resources pretend
they’re ever self-repeating
eternally extend
all generations greeting,
so spendthrift ways amend.
We live with central heating,
on science we depend,
and every day we’re meeting
new methods without end.
The layman’s comprehension
is stretched from nowt to doubt,
to up the spout, attention
strong’s sought from louts change flout.
We struggle, self-completing,
to balance ends, means, spend
time in between competing
choice options to defend
our rights to worthwhile pension,
planned obsolescence tout.
World enters new dimension
where friends, foes’ rout, want out!
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