Author’s Remarks:
We haven’t exactly reached the stage in Britain where every aspect of our individual private and professional lives, if in the latter instance we’re fortunate to have one, are minutely examined, charted, recorded and itemized but in truth we’re not very far off from that profoundly bizarre and scary Orwellian realization and its accompanying disconcerting nightmare, as those who at the behest of others but for all that still quite delusionally actually convince themselves that it’s really them who are in charge of Britain and thus the ones running the show do their very best to ensure that such an autocratic situation does eventually happen.
But while many of you might brainlessly and unthinkingly see nothing wrong with being a convenient zombie to be deployed and utilized at will for the sheer convenience of your much adored and so-called social betters, it’s not a prescription that I’ll either favour or have any wish whatsoever to be associated with. And while this poem of mine is in essence a fictional work of art and additionally a somewhat tongue in the cheek castigation of what’s going on in Britain and a conspicuous denunciation of the morons who run our country, the sentiments encapsulated in it are nevertheless very earnest indeed and seriously held by me.