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And now something different. Another kind of rhyme, shall we say.

Any guess as to what this may be is accepted with much eagerness (and a tongue in cheek).

Sometimes I see
How the brave new world arrives
And I see how it thrives
In the ashes of our lives
Oh yes, man is a fool
And he thinks he’ll be okay
Dragging on, feet of clay
Never knowing he’s astray
Keeps on going anyway...