I am a septic tank filled with sceptic thoughts.
A junkyard dolly made of china in world filled with plastic.
I see the spit filled, shit mired world and realise it is not the planet that is the problem.
Industry rolls on with commerce fuelling its engines.
Education is harnessed to the wheel so to produce more cogs to grind.
In a world overabundant with auditory and visual impressions we chase the sound of cash.
Gone are the artisan and the apprentice.
The tradesman harries the wary who spread their excel sheets.
It is the kingdom of the admin dependent, anal retentive executive.