Air Streams

Air streams And day dreams The children hear the market's screams The twisted trends and morals Travel through the eyes like light beams Red eyes And sales guys The queue to gain a nonsense prize The heartless corportions Shout 'in babies now our hook lies' Ten years Mid-life tears Reality has yet more gears Into the engine spinning Spawned an age of needless fears. (c) D W Romfield 2011