Don't you find people hate change?
Use words like (worse…) to describe it
just because they themselves abhor-
change, themselves almost, counterfeit.
They've been forever dropping out of touch
a hypocrite, just because they themselves
Have aged, stood stark still abhorring it.
Adhering to all they've been taught...learnt.
Yes, doing just about all their dos and don'ts.
Look… looks… looks at all those red
double Decker buses covered in snow,
when the windscreen wipers go
look, looks like a skull, and we the people inside
are-the-crossbones in their throes of death?
People don't like change it leaves them cold
it leaves them feeling orphaned a little bereft.
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