Anti-World! ©

Eunuch statisticians
Most solemnly you tease us,
Warning of magicians
While thinking this would please us.

Great Academician
Anonymous as paper,
Small in his ambition
He wields a wooden sabre.
Anti-worlds compel him
With daily advertising,
Feeling loth to tell him
Things of his own devising.

Anti-human being
In waistcoat grey and fading,
Watching without seeing,
Realities evading.

Anti-creatures scurry
Their spirits like a wafer.
Flitter then, and hurry;
It makes the pavements safer.
Fade into an ochre
Of fluid Anti-scheming,
Wisely mediocre
To occupy all dreaming.

See my teeth,
See my mouth,
Go beneath
Then travel South.
Shout aloud your battle-cry:
"Anti-worlds can never die!
Proto-man, you won't get far";
Here's one last 'Huzzah!'

Cosmic desperado,
Eluding some detective;
Shall we see your cargo
As socially defective?

Sisyphus, he labours
To roll a stone in Hades,
Shallow next-door neighbours
Will simply nod at ladies.
Sat together, gawking
Cyclopid television
Tuned to Anti-talking,
Thus freed of all decision.

Anti-world, we need you
So fear not removal,
None may supercede you
For dread of disapproval!