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Jun 2016
They blame the sick
pick on the weak
seek out the poor
I'm sure
they'll blame the junkies,
the gays,
the homeless

my day's full of **** like this

They don't want to see
that's positive negativity

they'll definitely blame the old

"You've sold us down the Swannee"
they'll say

and them still wet behind the ears who
don't remember the 'hungry years'

scrapping for scraps with the rats
making do
**** all new
all second hand,

"This land is my land"
Guthrie
throaty
don't he make you feel proud?

But we're not allowed
it's against the law

I guess that's what the voting's for.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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