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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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.