Conversation with my Teenage Self
I need to find a girl who reads.
But girls round here don’t read, old boy.
They’re far too busy watering seeds
and ploughing along in a tractor.
Then university’s the place!
For thought, discovery and joy!
The student girl’s an empty space.
The only boys who attract her
are slogan-dribbling ideologues.
Modern graduates don’t think,
they’re nothing more than well-greased cogs
that grind to a government quota.
What stretches as far as your eyes can scan
is a desert without a drop to drink.
Where does this desert end, old man?
Well, it ends at the River Oder.