The [zeitgeist], so yesterday. Gone in a trice. Plans put into effect, deselected too soon, unelected. Fashions mincing up the runway, fey done away. Let out to play, dated come what may june. Favourite hits, the same old song. But with a different meaning since new hits come along. There’s nothing wrong. Take planes, remembering life in the fast lane. Touched down in the exotic. It was tinglish just to minglish. Who needs to know demotic, when you’ve English. Recycling zeitgeists, it’s not the same, a shifting mirage, a phase. That yellow was gold once. That blues, a purple haze.
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