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Nov 2016
'We apologise for any inconvenience caused'

the day paused.

my train wasn't coming on time this time
but it never came on time last time either and they never apologised then.

They treat me as livestock
ram me into old rolling stock
and my head's on the block
every day.

Intelligence?
it's artificial and we're
prawns for the picking
or pawns being kicked
into castles.

an inconvenience caused
angry times I have paused
but
my conscience would not allow me
to
****.

We've all felt like doing it
with a Saturday night special
or with the zip gun we made
In the metalwork class.

We might as well shove that gun up our ***,
it's pointless
we're impotent
the train's in this moment and
we
do not have the controls


My head hurts
it aches with the
winds blowing in
my skin turns to parchment
and I become part of that
moment
until I have gone
and who will
apologise
then?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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