While Teribus broods over his facts,his grain quotas, ponders the longevity of demented pensioners,and plays "hide the lady" to bluff the Mudcats, I ask myself the hard questions.
Are we happy?
Are we fulfilled?
Is there any love left ?
Do we respect others and the place on which we live?
Our sons, skeletal flowerpot men who walk our streets,arms disjointed,eyes empty,veins full,of the poison that relieves that gnawing uselessness,or hard self made men,who care for nothing but service to the "beast"
Our daughters, Obese,anorexic,surgically enhanced,stripped naked ,robbed of their femininity,and more...Robbed of the gift that raises the human female above any other creature. The chance to nurture her young,and instill love and understanding in their hearts.
The "beast" cares nothing for broken homes ,broken minds and broken hearts.
Father and Mother,bewildered now and tired,parted from their pride and joy.Obliged to live for ever in stalags constructed by the "beast"
their wisdom trashed, like the rubbish we spend our waking hours producing. The last generation of real humans on earth silenced and segregated.
Ourselves ,stupid,greedy,uncaring.We never even see the accusing eyes of our loved ones, as we climb the property ladder or screw that extra £.
Yet Dr Teribus still sits before that winking page,and scours his leather cup for that killer fact that will win the game ,but as the cards turn over,always the legend burns his eyes "THE STATUS QUO"