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Aug 2018
Talks about equality
while eating caviar
and that's about
how far it goes.

I don't write like Donne or Byron
and they do not write like me
probably because they're dead.

no axes to grind?
we must be lagging behind
someone should be shot.

Sometimes I am aware that
there's absolutely nothing
out there and at other times
I am blind to this truth.

Bishops on pulpits
and today is their day
drop to your knees
let us pray.

Rejoice
and with one voice
give thanks, because
where would we be without
the capitalists and the high
street banks?

I'm still looking for that lady
who feeds pigeons at St Paul's,

Sure as sure
we're not as poor as some
but poor enough to know
it's a long
long way to go
until we find that *** of gold.

and if I'm old as I am told I am
don't worry
when you grow into a man
you'll be old too
unlike females
who use a different equation.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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