The Michael Toy

Poems and Other Programmes


mad men, really?


i do not wish for the good old days of my youth
i am very happy with the way the world is going
skinny ties, horn rim glasses,
brylcreem and bermuda shorts
do i have to remind you,
these are the things
which caused us to flee in terror
towards disco

how did these suddenly become cool again?
this needs to stop, now, this sudden love
of the early 60s, otherwise i will be
binge-watching the 70s and the 80s again
and once was enough

let's all get nostalgic for days that have not yet come
remember fondly the glorious days
golden lit summer afternoons
and crisp mornings comfortable with our warm coffee
no longer trapped in the past,
     slowly fading
instead memory beckoning us onwards,
     things gradually coming into focus

these will be the good new days
when we wore comfortable and functional clothing
lived a carbon-neutral lifestyle
everyone had a job
and we forgot what war was for

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