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May 2016
Wired to the detonator
red and green to brown
let's make this dull place
light up
and push the plunger down.

The (mis)-management are arses
a prerequisite for the job
the main man is a plonker
a fifteen carat ****.

But we have to do what we have to do
to see us through the day,
but I might just push the plunger down
and blow this lot away.

Words.

Two lines Ralph Fiennes
and don't be thinking coke
all I'm really asking is
would you like a smoke.

Down at the Old Vic
oooh,
theatres are so sick,

which is modern for
theatres are great and
you want to wonder
why I'm in
such a state.


Things are moving at a pace that I no longer keep
I'd rather stay in bed with you and
I'm not thinking sleep, but
'needs must when the devil drives'
I have to leave quite soon
so it's either push the plunger down
or howl out at the moon.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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