Author: Dux …
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edward
On the sidelines Zioninsts cheering Gillette stadiums got the beer in English Popstar Edward Sheeran Must be kinda hard of hearing Maybe blinded by te lasers Hasn’t seen the foul behaviours Rising profits, failing saviours Eastern Med is still a-blasing Ginger singer know we see you Fail to honour, toe the line Know we wouldn’t…
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we/them/us
Opinions formed by errant norms and held by stubborn minds Confirmed by daily affirmations, led down alleys blind News and views which serve to feed the certainty thats felt Avoiding facts which threaten to uset the cards we’re dealt. We choose a flag which represents the feelings that we hold And look towards the fictions…
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crupto counting
Sitting at a crypto-counter counting cryptos one by one Rising up to multi-millions, hear the tales of once upon In these times of digi-dollar, techno wallets, pseudo pounds See the wealth of dodgy doings, judas coins are passed around. Tice delights in mocking tones the contributions laced with filth Him who took the emperors pardon…
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A lament
As we edge towards a brink the ledge precarious and shrinking we allow the risks to grow and follow strategies unthinking. On the path to dangers end we seem unable to revise the thoughts we have inside our heads and so we live within the lies. We form our habits in the fictions and with…
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stung
At this time of Prison crisis Is there room for a couple more? Political donations scandal dropped on Channel Four, Verbatims undercover sting Of noses in the trough a nudge, a wink, a don’t you think A drop your pants and cough. The crooked business dealings of the hucksters of reform were caught on hidden…
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the lies that we are told
Let yourself be wrong, allow your certainty to suffer, as you navigate the nonsense know that questions are on offer, What you think and what you thought are merely versions of the truth and in the oceans of opinion there are chasms full of proof. In polarities arisen there are sides that we have chosen…
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parched
Another day of baking sky where swifts and swallows dance, where gentle breezes carry ease to Bethels green expanse, where butterflies on nectars search patrol the flower borders and somehow find a way to trust in Mother Nature’s orders. In mythic tune the blackbird trills and speaks the seasons glory beneath it hums the drone…
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lunar bumps
A rocket hit the moon today at seven times the speed of sound before I’d even burnt my toast the Falcon Nine met lunar ground. With teslascopic eyes we heard a plume of cratered dust arise delayed in time by half a breath across the distance twixt our skies. A pile of debris thus accretes…
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unglorious
The glorious 12th is upon us with it’s filthy tradition upheld the rifles and stocks of the tweed suited toffs can be seen thru the gunpowder smells. The lingering lust and it’s folly can be found in the sound of huzzah I’ve bagged me a brace though I don’t like the taste of the grouse…
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Topsy Turvy
In the lands of Topsy Turvy there’s a book that reads itself and a pile of words that have never been heard on a libraries empty shelf, there’s a clock that’s ticking backwards and a wind that never blows, there’s a path that leads to yesterday and a plan that no-one knows. In the land…