pete jones was walking down the street
his feet were sore because his shoes were cheap
he remembered the days when things were better
and he had been a real go getter
he felt a bit distressed
because the world was a mess
it was hard to detect
the old habits of respect
he thought, it is not all my fault
but what else can i call it
the human race would be proud of me
if i contributed to its victory
but victory over what?
what exactly has anybody got?
pete’s thoughts were confused
at the station his brain was overdue
what horrors does the cosmos hide?
just being along for the ride
might be the best we can do
do you think that is sad but true?
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