The Good Old Days






The quality of time is strained


Progress is meant to improve


Of what I see, I don't approve


And much I'd like to remove




Give me back the good old days


Today, I can see and compare


Then was when people were aware


Today they aren't and just don't care




Maybe there's something in the food


All these goodies, baddies in disguise


Or all those ripples in the skies


Everyone taken by surprise




Then there's believing what you read


It might look smart, slick and witty


Concocted by slickers in the city


Don't fall for words of the shitty


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