With reference to William Wordsworth
The world does not have hospitals, or schools,
Or museums, except those built by us.
It is a place of ignorance and sloth.
Its beauties are over-rated, by fools.
The world, in fact, is esteemed far too much
For its ants, pipits, tigers and flowers,
Killing and eating each other for hours.
Nature's a hostile universe; it sucks.
Great God, I would rather be in London
With its escalators and shopping malls
Wrapped in the city’s vast, murmuring hum
Than looking at heaths or waterfalls.
London’s glories are far more startling ones
The smeared orange sky, the dome of St. Pauls
The world does not have hospitals, or schools,
Or museums, except those built by us.
It is a place of ignorance and sloth.
Its beauties are over-rated, by fools.
The world, in fact, is esteemed far too much
For its ants, pipits, tigers and flowers,
Killing and eating each other for hours.
Nature's a hostile universe; it sucks.
Great God, I would rather be in London
With its escalators and shopping malls
Wrapped in the city’s vast, murmuring hum
Than looking at heaths or waterfalls.
London’s glories are far more startling ones
The smeared orange sky, the dome of St. Pauls
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