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Dec 2021
The labourers are on the treadmills
all in the chain gangs
doing compulsory hard labour
all sweating obsessively
they are digging for the core
in hard-core
and stripping the vines
from grapevines
and of course
checking on
their mates
at the Animal Farm
its all for one and one for all
down at the olde Red Lions square
they're all hicks looking for hiccups
doing it all gangsters style
sorry that should be gangnam style
hahahaha
I must teach working people how to have a self-depreciating sense of humour,  what's their palaver, you say yaboo and they start crying and screaming BLUE ******....hahaha
I tickle your catastrophe and mock your pettiness
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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