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Apr 2017
The population's being coppiced
laid atop funeral pyres
and those men with matchsticks
for a brain
are the ones who'll light the fires.

If I could
I would get while the getting is good
touch wood that I don't become deadwood.

There are some for whom the sun always shines
and we are the some
some of the time
but
most times we're not.

They put pictures of houses where houses should be
homelessness is not a priority and
seniority counts for nothing in an
'all for myself' society.

Dystopian?
Dismal?
that may be so
but the shambles we're in
is just so abysmal

what do we see?
no one's breaking free
we are trapped in the krap
and we're sinking in deeper,

You should
keep a diary
wire me the updates
rate it on trip advisor,
one proviso
stare at the truth 'til
it blinds you.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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