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Feb 2013
You..
Who sit up in those towers of shuttled steel..
..and sparkled glass
Bend..
..and kiss my bony ***.

But for the moment let that pass
And we'll talk about society.
Those communities that have lost heart
Communities you use.
Dosed on cider...
..and the ships you've launched with special brew
Because champagne is far too good for the proletariat..
who crew.
Your tide of greed.

You..
Will excuse me for the interruption..
..but while you march on in corruption people starve and die.
I never wondered why before.
I obeyed the law and toe'd the party line
But now I'm old and time is short..
..it's time you lot were caught and put on trial.

Your days are numbered
One by one
The day of corporations will be gone
And maybe we'll find some sanity
Help humanity.

But for now we'll let that pass..
..you gnomes up there can kiss my ***
You're going down.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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