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Jargogle (competition entry)
‘Tis an old word to be sure,
But strangely apt for modern times,
For history does not quite repeat,
But inevitably it rhymes.
Imagine holding an empty jar,
And you’re staring through the base,
Then gaze upon your closest friend,
And see their distorted face.
What seemed once familiar,
Is now perversely warped,
Gaze upon the world this way,
And it colours all your thoughts.
We live now in strange times,
In complex ways we’re wired,
A mess of interconnectedness,
No empty jar required.
Our modern changing world beset,
By confusion without end,
An old word describes this perfectly,
It’s called “jargogle” my friend.
But strangely apt for modern times,
For history does not quite repeat,
But inevitably it rhymes.
Imagine holding an empty jar,
And you’re staring through the base,
Then gaze upon your closest friend,
And see their distorted face.
What seemed once familiar,
Is now perversely warped,
Gaze upon the world this way,
And it colours all your thoughts.
We live now in strange times,
In complex ways we’re wired,
A mess of interconnectedness,
No empty jar required.
Our modern changing world beset,
By confusion without end,
An old word describes this perfectly,
It’s called “jargogle” my friend.
Published 19th Feb 2021
Author's Note
Written for the Ye Olde English competition.
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20th Feb 2021 3:34am
20th Feb 2021 9:25pm
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- Edited 22nd Jul 2022 4:45pm
11th Mar 2021 8:44am
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