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Apr 2021
the ragged village antimacassars laced up
in sodden republican voile
ropey and holey in mind-set threadbare strings
always flattened and laid low as their wont

they create their drama of perceptions in insipid flair
as lacy as roundheads and porous as cuckoo's nests
the petticoat warriors in holes denoting patchy visions
skimming crumbs from table tops
to feed the flimsy and feeble hold of ropey binds

bargain bucket bunch in spread reflecting dense wares
and cracked pottery heads
who dines at the table of fetchers and flunkies
but fetchers and flunkies carrying blunderbusses
firing hot air
if you keep on extracting ***** out of them, they'll just get madder but I suspect that's the intention, they are already mad anyway  so its good if they get madder, it helps them feel more comfortable.
No! they donot behead people at the Tower anymore, they just spend every waking moment trying to stop you from getting laid, That's the greatest punishment known to them. hahaha.....its not funny, some commit suicide because of this, they say its the only thing that makes them feel alive!
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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