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Oct 2017
My debt-ridden past,
more than I asked.

The transactional present,
less pleasure, more torment.

An easy-payments future,
more payments not fewer.

So many give-aways,
at a price I cannot pay.

It's neo-consumerism,
with the soft bite of fascism.

We're infected by the bug,
so we take
the offered
drugs.
A reworked poem, with a better bite.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  57/M/London, U.K.
(57/M/London, U.K.)   
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