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Jun 2017
Almost the last one
that
I have passed on
and then when it's gone?

Everything looks metallic
men made of tin,
robotic

Doc' said, I could be neurotic
prescribed me an
antibiotic.

nothing cures a touch of fantasy
better than a dose of reality
I take two spoonsful
a day,
it doesn't do anything for me
but
it keeps the Doctor away.

Teddy says, beddy byes
he stares at me with those
big glass eyes
and
it's difficult to refuse.

ever been wired to the mains?
forgotten the names you were
given at birth?

The book of the ****** was written
long before this moment was planned.

Kismet is the Internet,
and it's
Karma that
spins the trap.

I put teddy on the shelf
beddy byes?
he can go **** himself
I'm a big boy now
and
although I try not to swear
sometimes
the words appear
out of thin air.

We're hurtling out of control,
the book of the ****** says
we ain't got a soul
so who's pulling the strings?

every question that deserves
an answer
only brings another question.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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