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May 2020
If I've spent over thirty years
with material and emotional costs
on a project
constantly labouring morning noon and night
plotting, toiling, running helter-skelter, watching, waiting
and yet see no discernible results
other than an impasse of fools
and a paid hiatus for a benign blameless sage
while my incompetent labour force grows with added cost
and little to show but laughable tomfoolery
I would see that I am the one invalidated
and the project a sham
I would not need it in neon lights
to see
the white hot stupidity in me
This was written during the 2nd WW by my grandfather about some new bombs the Nazis were building. What can one say about ****, they don't give up until...when? ****** was still winning the war as allied soldiers were five miles from his bunker. Ah, the world has changed since then..I think!
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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