SYNTHETIC.

Synthetic food, synthetic drink

Become our daily fare;
We have synthetic thoughts to think,
Synthetic clothes to wear.

Synthetic books are on our shelves,
We sing synthetic songs;
Time brings to our synthetic selves
Synthetic rights and wrongs.

Synthetic trade can still command
Our loud synthetic streets;
But theres one thing we cannot stand
Synthetic balance sheets.

Synthetic figures are too thin,
Their empty reign is oer;
The one great creed that meets our need
Is Two and two make four!

C.O.M.
Pseudonym of David McKee Wright
N.S.W.
The Bulletin, 18
th
February 1926, p. 42.