ageing libido,
died of anorexia,
in a changing world
harmony is a passing figment,
enjoy it while you have it,
linear is man made,
good for measurement,
there is nothing in nature
equal to it, similar perhaps
the world will not go out
with a bang nor a whimper,
it will click off,
with a gasp,
Paradox of a free society
the more equality
the fewer rights
for the individual
air conditioning makes
the insufferable easier
until the electric bill is due
faith is hope stronger
than most beliefs
opinion polls media,
and their broadcasters
decde for us the elections,
we are lucky they have competitors
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