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When the clocks strike thirteen
“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell
AS I approach death
I become more careless
Of myself. Instead of looking
Within I look out and see
The unalloyed beauty
Of all the natural world
& of the human world around me.
I admire the majesty of all the ex-cons
Beggars, thieves, all those who just
About get by and spit in the eye
Of the dark-hearted bourgeoisie
Who steal the best houses &
Best schools for their kids.
Like a bullet leaves a gun
Sure, this woke ‘liberal-left’ look
Down their noses at the indigenous
White working class men who fought
From boulder to boulder in Helmand.
The rich do not like the common touch, O! No!
Gawd! these self-satisfied twats need a blast
Right up their complacently diverse asses.
