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The great con moves along tent city's not gone it's just moved around the corner where your eye does not see it. A brave new world indeed they feed us on ******** expecting respect and say, it's all hunky dory, well they Fukin bore me. We're worse off now than we've ever been 'cept for the queen she's just as rich as can be while we got tents on the side streets rough sleepers in the malls and employers pleading poverty what a load of ***** A standard of living is giving not taking, not stealing by dealing from the bottom of the pack what is it we lack? compassion? empathy? no good asking me they've cut out my tongue the great con goes on and we are being silenced one by one until we too are gone.
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
Spikes on the workhouse door.
The great con moves along tent city's not gone it's just moved around the corner where your eye does not see it. A brave new world indeed they feed us on ******** expecting respect and say, it's all hunky dory, well they Fukin bore me. We're worse off now than we've ever been 'cept for the queen she's just as rich as can be while we got tents on the side streets rough sleepers in the malls and employers pleading poverty what a load of ***** A standard of living is giving not taking, not stealing by dealing from the bottom of the pack what is it we lack? compassion? empathy? no good asking me they've cut out my tongue the great con goes on and we are being silenced one by one until we too are gone.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
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