Speak now of the soul's ratchets and the stirred Stakhanovite silt
of the bed of this generation. of pitiless benevolence.
Ratchet, reason; ratchet, ruck;
Progress slow through dry valleys, slow as
Fate; despicably kind. vegan cynic,
now shame meagre wealth,
Now balk at cost of consistency
now strike, wages of sin;
Now maximise like fatcat
now route cold virtue road;
Now niggle, now coin
now manumit the tenderloin;
Now not sit still
to tunes ignored.