Poetry · volume 1
Huxley
It’s queer, hereIn this brave new worldYour people all appearTo be drawn in cementThe chains that boundedThe wealthyThe beautifulThe intelligentAre bent,Beyond recognition Hands filled with dollarsPainted bodiesAn advertisementSenseless, scented consentThe truth discarded for the lowliest centThe death of attention, the rebirth of artThe relentless, ignoble-yet fashionableDemand for contentment Let the Dimming commence.