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May 2017
What the **** is going on
why am I still here and
not moving along?

just supposing that every song
has its own tune
just supposing that I am the words
but not the song
supposing the tune is wrong.

Definitely time for me
to cut loose from this
and set myself free.

Depressingly Tuesday
and Tuesday depresses me

It used to be
that every day
was a wake up call
a shout to say
hip hip hurray
but now
and there's always the but now
I really don't know how
I stayed here so long
time
to move
I'm moving on.

Fed up before breakfast?
there's a name for it

fed up of being treated
like **** on their shoes
fed up of being used

what the **** is going on?

You know what?
**** the lot of them

I haven't lasted this long
to still be wondering about
the words and the song
moving on.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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