Where are the snows of yesteryear? The tears
Of other days, where have they gone? Where are
All those illustrious men and women, in whose days
Did reason shine as steady as a fixed star?
When you could go to the town's market with good cheer
And buy -- a lettuce here, some carrots there, some wine,
And smile at the shopkeepers in good spirits, without fear
That the whole purpose of their business would be to divine
What food you had at at dinner, and with whom, and at what hour,
If you are single, married, if you've children, if you're gay,
What kind of porn excites you, oh, here, you can buy this flower
You know, in case you meet your favourite pornstar of the day.
We had no antibiotics and no television but I swear to God
I sometimes understand the luddites who would give a kidney to go back.