The inmates

Anonymity does not limit me in the corridors of insanity where conformity is not a word used. True to their words the guards of the wards ward off the devil that tries to bring me down to his level, but I can rise above it on a carpet from Baghdad sold to me by Sinbad…

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What a wheeze

Money money sunny smiles sign up for new medical trials. Guilty. Smith and Nephew Glaxo Klein cures for this one cures for that cures to kick one coming back cures with pills cures for piles money money sunny smiles. Curing us of wanting a cure curing the system curing the poor it’s the gravy train…

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Stones

Bridges built that filter people over the rivers of life…

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That sinking feeling you feel

When you kiss the last of the weekend away and you wake up at three to realise it’s Monday, it’s like the morgue’s come alive to do the nine to five jig, the dead in a combo’ doing a gig. Fill me with lead shot let me drop in the sea or put me out…

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