Peter S. Quinn

Who cares for anyone,
Today or tomorrow;
We just have to go on and on,
With our own kind of sorrow:
Life is to take and take,
Never to be sufficient;
Much money is at the stake,
All so affectively deficient.

Bringing in your own,
That is what this life is all for;
No time for your moan,
You need new gadgets more.
Go on buying recent things,
Happiness they are giving;
Technology waxwings,
Your dreams they are living.

What is right or wrong,
It is lack of communication;
Take some money along,
For the buying salvation.
I tell you - you are far behind,
On that year old computer;
It is time to go and find,
Another that is perhaps cuter.

(From an unnamed musical in progress. The author does much music) .