Everything is taking liberties, these days.
Only last week, the moon moved in on us,
invaded our earth-space and sucked the water
from the Solent - some of it - and left five ships
there, high and dry on sandbanks. Ne'er a "by your leave"!
A river that they'd buried (culverted,
they called it) had the cheek to pop up - uninvited -
in some poor devil's private Shangri-la -
his personal back garden, mind you.
No sense of it's submissiveness. No "by your leave".
My bathroom mirror has been taking liberties.
It shows me faces that I semi-recognise
but less than half believe. It pulls them from
some form of hat - a joke hat - I should think.
Stuff's got no sense of dignity, these days.
Computers are supposed to free us from our chores.
Instead, they're into taking liberties with us.
They give us stuff we never asked for and don't want,
and scatter cookies round the world with stuff on us.
Things no longer do what people tell them to.
And not just stuff. Animals and people too.
The foxes have been taking liberties by our front door.
Someone said they're teaching us their language, see?
Or trying to. They never asked, What liberty is that?
The animals don't worship us the way they should.
There's folk who use my name. I never said.
The Government's chief scientist was one,
and some professor uses my name all the time.
There was a comic once who called himself Dave King -
and never any royalties would come from him!
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