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Nov 2021
Then you realise that it's not new,
it's you,
change!,
has it come to this?

Tik-Tok
the eyes lock
the brain disengages
someone, somewhere
stages a coup,
not new,
but not you.

Below me
on the seventeenth floor
the idiot is drilling again,
I think he thinks he's
drilling for gold,
I've told him
he needs to head for the hills
or
keep taking the pills
he
just drills.
idiot.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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