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Aug 2016
America oh land of the free.
What you gonna do for me.
Or your people.

Trump chucking vile insults.
And the snakes in my hair are fighting each other.
Bill and Ben just skittles in flipping power struggles.
Poor Mohammed he's viewed differently,
But in life he's just the same.

Hillary is wondering who's gonna be her husband's latest conquest.
Guess it doesn't matter much.
Just forgive and forget.
Trumps' a misogynist, a giant lump of liar.
If he gets  elected  the world  be on fire.

Oh America,
Land of the brave,
Land of the free.
What about England?
Talk bout sweet England.
You'd be having a laugh.
England merry?
Messy England.

Perhaps a giraffe could do a better job.
Head in the noisy clouds.
Cameron's list  of toffee beaks.
The larks of summer crash to earth.
Summers' gone.
Tory rebirth.
Hoping not.

England's renewal.
Vapour trail,
Teresa's rule.
Tory woman.
Nobody's fool.
Shame eh.

Oh England
Merry England.
Descending,
Going down the pan.
It's chaos.

While Putin is disputing the way the world will go.
Boom boom.
Bang bang,
Seems to believe he's Superman.
Running the race at his pace.
A trending mosquito.
Irritant
Dangerous.
Viral.

Oh hell.
Planet's just a bowling ball.
Well  well.
Blackest magic in the air,
Who cares?
Be scared.
Very afraid.

It's grey this August,
Truly madly, deeply,
A darker shade of grey.
(c)LIVVI   .
NO OFFENCE MEANT TO ANYONE READING, JUST A PIECE ABOUT OUR MESSY WORLD ATM
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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