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Feb 2017
Tesla taught me the
right way
but
the electricity board bought
me
on good pay,
higher than the average might pay
and that still keeps
the average
average,
game over?

I could have gone solar,
alas no
Knighthood in that
and wind energy?
that's just a tombola
where the wind blows at will.

and so Nikola
what kind of catastrophe have
you dug for me? spinning
around on an Edison phonograph?
or a fortnight of misery being
propositioned in a footnote by
the **** end of history?

Because we're all fish and chipped into
Yesterday's news,
all a bit Clement with our Freudian views,
does Mother know mohair from
anywhere?

This is not about power or strength
or the length of my **** or who ****** the furthest
and that's probably the furthest from the truth that I've been for a while

I catch a smile, but
should have caught a bus,
a zero emission.

I go on confused
zapped and abused by
the abscess on the wing
of a Boeing.

so stands the accused.
with Tesla's permission
the case can begin.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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