Sunday 21 April 2019

Conversation with my Teenage Self

I need to find a girl who reads.

     But girls round here don’t read, old boy.
     They’re far too busy watering seeds
     and ploughing along in a tractor.

Then university’s the place!
For thought, discovery and joy!

     The student girl’s an empty space.
     The only boys who attract her
     are slogan-dribbling ideologues.
     Modern graduates don’t think,
     they’re nothing more than well-greased cogs
     that grind to a government quota.
     What stretches as far as your eyes can scan
     is a desert without a drop to drink.

Where does this desert end, old man?

     Well, it ends at the River Oder.