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The narrative was constructed and in case you don't realise, it is us that's being ****** with,

war again, old men fighting lost causes, reliving past glories and already making up the stories that the public wants to hear,
if I had any back teeth, I'd be fed up to them, so I'll just be sick to my stomach with the lot of them.

What we need is a monstrous platten to flatten the lot of them and blotting paper to blot up the rest of them.
I think she could have told ya
when the night cried on your shoulder
and the weight of the world brought you down to your knees, but she's just a scene in a pipe dream or a ******* that frequents you now and again.

whispers from the wardrobe
strobe lights in your hair
matchstalk men and Lowry
somewhere over there
and
you're still asleep as cowboys weep
at barbed wire fences on the range.

Strange and stranger still are those things you do against your will and you wonder who is pulling the strings.
..and if we could change it all
would we revert back to the time
before the fall
before we had to build a wall
to a time without the mean in
the time that we had been in
without a worry or care?

Would we make the same mistakes?

Clicks the shutter
takes the picture
mutter mutter
must get on.

..and it's take your pick
shovel in the old
pitch in the sick
the needy
greedy
lead me not

*** noodles come to mind
when I'm in a financial bind
but
no ***
no noodles
just an empty vessel
making lots of noise.
A sandwich without the sand, please

which sandwich?
hamwich
cheesewich
prawnwich
chicken and churizzowich?

what else you got?

we got a door
get out,
You won,
well done,
you son of a gun.

Pirates or primates
a tail or the sail
but it's Moby
who gets my vote
the greatest white whale

At the crossroads
I am calm
no harm shall befall me
and then She calls me
to ask
did you get the sliced salami?
It'll be another night
on top of the duvet
pushing away
the heat.
The rain comes on in
it's Summer
and what else but rain?
later
the Sun will get a look in

I went out and got a book in
one with lots of pages
each page with lots of words on
except that first page which is blank
wonder where those words have gone.

and because it's Wimbledon
I also got a ball
I'm going to bounce it off the wall
and pretend I'm Steve McQueen.
it might have been Paul Newman and not McQueen at all, but I'm still going to bounce that ball and pretend.
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