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O Brave New Epsilon Double Minus World

Benito Goebbels woke up early that morning
And he stared happily at the ceiling;
He was so happy, blissfully happy as always.
Benito listened to the bestially beautiful snoring
Echoing round the Epsilon double minus dormitory.
What a lovely sound and how happy he was.
He could still hear the sounds of his favourite tune
Ringing round in his surrogate brain.

"Epsilon double minus
Double minus, double nice
All other castes are total scheiss."

Soon it would be time to go to work again
At the Henry-T sewage farm in Birmingham;
How happy Benito was with his odorous work,
Smelling the nice smells of the sewage,
Paddling around to snatch the Malthusian condoms
Out of the swirling cess pits of the city,
Ensuring that only purest sewage found its way
To the Granada Executive Pumping Station at Wolverhampton.

"Epsilon double minus
Double minus, double nice
All other castes are total scheiss."

How lucky he was not to be a Delta
Or a Gamma with those horrid Khaki clothes.
How happy he was with his black uniform
Only slightly stained with drool down the front.
And how lovely the Feelies had been last night:
It had been his favourite Feely of all:
"Cleaning out the Augean Stables of Filth"
And he had loved the extra smells as well.

"Epsilon double minus
Double minus, double nice
All other castes are total scheiss."

Then the giant Synthetic Viewdata Box switched on
And Benito Goebbels listened carefully:
"Hello dear friends! Wake up and be happy!
Today you have another happy day,
In the lovely Birmingham sewage works!
Don't forget, tonight is Orgy-Porgy Night
At the Giant Ford Cortina Syntho-Brothel!"
Benito loved all the smelly girls there.

"Epsilon double minus
Double minus, double nice
All other castes are total scheiss."

Benito shuffled off joyfully with his brothers
And sisters, all delightful multi-twins
From a single ovum equally deprived
Of oxygen by careful Predestinators.
"How good it is to be the same as everyone!"
Benito mumbled to himself in semi-comprehension.
But he wished he could count how many of his workmates
He had had freedom sex with, but it was more than five.

Style / type: 
Free verse
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Last few words: 
BRAVE NEW WORLD - Aldous Huxley. If you haven't read the book, this will sadly be totally lost on you. Fromage à pâte dure.
Editing stage: 


Meals of Soylent Green, and shades of Fahrenheit 451! Socialism at its best!
Nothing to crit, as you have a polished draft. ~ Geezer.

Honest critique and comments shouldn't hurt.
It's why we are here, to get better at our craft.

Edna, you set the references to historical figures careening around in my mind. How do
Benito's subordinates fare? How subordinate was he/she? My nose will need to explore further.
This poem demands repeated readings. The first batch continues to please.
Are the fascists now worker bees? Do the bees know the origins of their names? Is every aspect of their lives monitored? All the questions to ask, goodness gracious I need a Soma holiday.
Well done

Aldous has a lot to answer for.

Poet(ess) to the Stars

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