Utopia

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When the clock ran rivers of time,

And the men knew what an orgasm was,

Little girls no longer played with dolls,

Another scientist committed suicide.


All the drunks and drug addicts drank carbonized water,

Homosexuals stopped swishing their cigarette smoke,

And the U.S. Mail was delivered on time,

Another politician resigned.


The world series was over for ever,

Only Speilberg made films,

And the radio played Chinese Rap,

Another dentist ran a red light.


The Cadillac ran on water,

Scuba diving was compulsory,

And the gym was only for fat people,

Another preacher gave up God.


The police stopped beating the good guys,

The therapist did therapy,

And the Actor took a proper job,

Another fireman smouldered with anger.


Today Aids was eradicated from the world,

The homeless had homes, and no one was hungry,

Abuse was a dead word,

Dreaming Utopia.

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