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Jul 2018
Corporate machinery
cementing bits of scenery
which
flash before my eyes

It's Wednesday
or do they mean
believe in all our lies?

Ambulances chasing me
lawyers sue democracy
Parliament on the ropes
there go all my hopes
as ships sail away from
the bay.

Let's convene an inquiry
restart the machinery
grinding out the gears
ir'll take years and years
to produce a result
or consort with the consultancy
pay a ******' fancy fee
to find out what we know

back on the underground
thinking if I had a pound
for every face I see  
I'd move away from all
that machinery

here and it's six o-clock
but now it half past two
the working day is done
I'm through with oiling
all the parts that move
those people off their
****
and
sitting quietly in the park
to charge up this used battery

Yes
I'm part of the machinery
but
I'd deny it if
you ask.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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