Sunday, 27 June 2010
Victory Gin
When I was a boy I had no idea
what I wanted to be
if I grew up.
I'm not sure now if it was a dream or a nightmare
but I thought I'd end up like George Orwell.
But my idea of being George Orwell was really being Winston Smith
a quiet rebel trapped in a hell
Secretly bashing away at his typewriter
alone in his room
in Victory Mansions
smoking Victory Cigarettes
crying gin-scented tears
Defeated.
Finding happy endings impossible.
Hey!
That's me.
Labels:
1984,
George Orwell
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