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Can't stop, he's coming now!.....

One Republic pick and mix, assorted all sorted wrinkles missing, smooth as glaciers toils reversing on harbingers like excesses does walking the trodden alleys learning Sods mathematics organs pains for non-organics are inherent consequences so one Republic and the anthropologists utters a myth in passing all bananas look like all bananas because bananas are bananas alike sing a song of three pence and a pocket full of fear Plato's cave a grand auditorium for lames united disunited ages in anti-virus glares white noise in white air and masses sigh the emperor's coat plays invisible chess ladies think long and hard in minds for a dolphin swims like none-other the glides of the sweetest depths and in those places unseen expanded vibes of feels know reasons why so it's the bigger snap it's the difference the forbidden fruit lures will not move not go in
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Written by
yenson
M / London
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Written by
yenson
M / London
Published
Apr 20, 2019
Lines·Words
28·144
Notes

This piece is inspired by the Brexit situation where the masses are in disarray, confused, pent-up, belligerent and feed up yet cannot stop being obsessive and charmed by it. Monsieur Barnier is determined, Angela Markel has dreams of taking it big and sea of free dolphins swimming. We all dream on and the equally obsessed Press write dirges, doom laden nonsense and masturbatory expose on distorted views and wishful thinking. Hapless Mrs May goes grey daily and watches helplessly as wrinkles arrives daily on faces that cannot let go and just doing the same thing and saying the same-thing over and over and over again and by the way, what is the Black Rod doing about all this (for does familiar with British politics ) I definitely think

the Black Rod will calm things down, yes, that's it !!

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#satire#obsession#masses#compulsion#politicians#confusion#forbidden#fruits#secret#longings
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