If every child chased dreams of societal reorganization in place of sweet wrappers and escape
Then we would see Mr. Cadbury s enlightened industrialism for what it really fucking is:
Social morphine we d have ourselves a pre-school army.
Walt Disney is pushing social and sexual hierarchy.
My bed-time stories like a GMTV gomulka.
Slumbering in my jimmy-jammies,
My wondrous imagination long since closed and put away.

Willy Wonka was a capitalist confidence trickster.
A poster boy for neo-liberalism.
A full-stop on revolt.
And the BFG a propagandist for an unaccountable regime.
Orwell s vision with a wrinkled face.

Hold out the arm and quiet the voice.

My first MacDonald s visit a vaccination
Like the time my parents took me to the school / clinic and handed me over to the teacher / nurse / whatever.

I too got sucked in by the myth machine.
Unattainable, but i just wish we weren t so fucking mindless.
Drowned in a recurring nightmare of causal influence.
A little more suspicion in our fairy tales please.
Mum and dad, I m sorry, i won t do what Enid Blyton told me.
Our jealousy at their opportunity: the once weak will one day rule this world. The monsters underneath the bed are merely jaded failings.