O these shiny, new colleges look more like
Airport lounges, than key centres of learning.
There seem to be a marked focus on design,
Rather than actual course content. Things
Appear to be going more and more that way,
As I look around this 'brave new world' that we
Have created. My local pub was quite plain,
But now it's gone all Day- Glo. Whose dreams are these
That permeate our modern landscapes? They look
More like bright Pop Art paintings, than anything
Resembling reality. I miss the old pub's
Grubby, yet convivial atmosphere. Things
Are now so different. Now one can't even smoke
Freely there any more. It's a complete joke!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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