En Passant

Just in passing I heard someone
say Julian, it was close to Belmarsh.

A ***** no doubt serving him slop.

0-0/ They took his glasses and his
computer.

The Marquis de Sade went blind in
a poorly lit cell, he was a writer.

They took his Quills and Ink when
he was at Vienciennes/Paris.

That was back in the 1800s, he was
never convicted by a court either.

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Authors beware.

The moving finger writes, and having
writ, moves on.
Nor all your piety nor wit can lure it
back to cancel half a line
Nor all your tears wash out a word
of it.

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Undercover

Below the street where we
all contribute to societies
waste is housed the ultimate
democracy, sewage, egality
at its finest and all overseen
by the rats,

It is where our methane meets
where an undetonated natural
device remains unfused or ignited.

But the clock is ticking, it is only
a matter of time for some lateral
thinking freedom fighter of a
persecuted nation to suddenly
see the potential of this harvest.

Just imagine a city such as
London brought back to the
middle ages, town criers
“ Bring Out Your Waste
  Bring Out Your Waste
  Bring Out Your Waste “.

End of tourism, a pile up
of effluent a tsunami of
faeces added to daily by
a population of 8 Million.

Undercover is a manhole
lid easily removed and a
lot of them, but even if they
seal them all up, a device
can be delivered by means
of a Royal Flush.

And not a solitary human
loss.






Ps.

Pass on to the disgruntled.