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Aug 2016
It's always just when you think...

you find

we're all on the edge

the country's gone stupid

banks all on the brink




madness,

a bit like the monster

but not mad

nor in Scotland.




Bury your head in the Rand

in the Yen or the Dollar

swallow their lies and

when you've heard it all




build that brick wall

and smash your heads

against it.




Poachers everywhere and it's true

that one man's meat is another

man's

poussin




I can relate to it

but don't take to it.




We're all being spatchcocked

opened up and

slow cooked




****** in other words.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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