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Sep 2014
Beggars to the left of me
beggars to the right
into the valley and
out of the light
out?
or that might be okay for some but
not this ***.
I'm going to spitroast a rat
let the lawmen have that
and I'll eat the best
sod all the rest
this is about yours truly
unruly and ill bred
fed on disillusionment
and slept in tents on
Clapham common,
common land for the common man?
ask the man when he bangs bracelets on your hands
and slaps you in lockdown
locked out of town,
beggars to the right of me
what's left of me?
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Olivia Kent
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