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Jul 2021
and it's sorting the wheat from the chaff
that makes me want to laugh
as we speed type the end of the world.

some weird fascination with radicalisation
and the spammers are hammering it home,

nowhere is safe anymore,
if you
pop into next door for a chat
like we used to
they'll shoot you,

the sign reads
no trespassing and no forgiving allowed.

keep off the grass can kiss my ***
no ball games
dogs on leads
do not feed the pigeons
mind the gap
it's all krap
wear a mask
don't wear a mask
you can get vaccinated
you don't need to ask
keep six feet apart
and
breathe through your ****
stay safe and secure
unless you are poor
and then it's tough *****
life in the city
*****.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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