Not so long ago,
In the miserable
Ages of slavery,
Our wills and passions were
Restrained by obedience
To parents and the care
Of the bodies of aging
Grandsires. But the forward
March of Progress has freed us
From the dungeon-home.
Alone in our apartments,
Unencumbered
With the care of others,
Our personalities
Are free to develop
With the help of Paxil
And a dose of Xanax.
Liberated
From garden, cow, and kitchen
We let McDonald’s
Mass-produce our daily meals.
The repetition
Of elders’ ancient tales
Oppresses us no more.
. . .
The rest is at https://www.newenglishreview.org/custpage.cfm?frm=190743&sec_id=190743 .
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Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema to the Union!
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