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Nov 2023
Cornflour does not thicken the plot
you're thinking of what thickens the stock.

The pantry is empty
the cupboards are bare
the table was set
but no food lay there.

we're poorer now for
ever and ever,
amen.

We should've been paid more
been able to put clothes on our backs
but that shady lot don't care,
because they've got stacks and stacks
of cash and shares,

nobody cares
except for you and I
we rob Peter to pay Paul.
just to get by.

it's like they speak a different language
they are building their tower of Babel,
while we are just moaning and grunting
living off crumbs from their table.

But it's Sunday and Mary is pregnant
a pause......

while you let that sink in.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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