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Oct 2018
Have you ever considered that what we call life is just a clinical trial?
are we lab rats, boxed cats or factory farmed?

off the beaten track and looking back at the styro'
and I know that you're thinking, 'he's cracked, not plumbed in, wired up wrong, but you're wrong because I can see through the confetti that medical society throws in my face
and something's not right.

hundreds of billions for research?
what are they researching or what are
they searching for? a
cure?
yeah sure,
and if they find it they'll share it on Facebook?
yeah!
like **** they will.

we are what they practice on
not the dogs or cats or monkeys
that's
a smokescreen.

obscene?
well
we've all been there at some time
but
that's another story to tell.

in the meantime
I'm going into hiding.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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