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Nov 2021
We get the gist, they're all bent,
rented out to the highest bidder
we really should get shot o' the lot
of them.

****** doesn't cover it
when they're up to their
necks in it.

we are the buffer
the one who will suffer
while they're off on their
jolly japes.

snakes in the grass
who'll kiss your ***
but
only when they want a
favour.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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