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April is NOT the cruellest month
The wasteland month is January
Mixing hope and regret
Stirring dead feelings with winter rain
A duvet-day month of emotional hangovers
Where life is measured in bill upon bill
A month of dull promise and empty resolutions
Where crowds flow to the sales with dead eyes
A nation Prozaced by consumerism
A Government devoid of ideas
What shall we do tomorrow, what shall we ever do?
Watch TV and forget your dreams
Live them vicariously through inane celebrities
Poverty will undo so many as the Wheel turns
Here is the card – the Hanged Man
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
At the violet hour, I shall walk with my hair down
Am I alive, or not? I see nothing, feel nothing
Once I swam naked in the clear, dark waters
Then I felt free
TS Eliot got it wrong.
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