Moving along in our, bright modern ways:
What shall we do with our time today?
Shall we visit the familiar sties,
And stuff ourselves with burgers and fries?
Perhaps we could frequent the new shopping
Centre and purchase more expensive things?
We will probably discuss the weather
Or the latest disaster... whatever.
Perhaps we'll invest in the Stock Exchange,
Or travel to the seaside for a change.
O what shall we do; o what shall we wear?
Which tribe should we cling to in our despair?
Perhaps we'll mingle with the nouveau riche?
These days they seem to be so out of reach.
To be quite frank, I don't know how they dare!
Who shall we vote for and who really cares?
It's so confusing these days! We should choose
Carefully and pick the one who'll not lose;
With the best suit and cleverest catchphrase.
O what shall we do with these pointless days?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem