All change

…and then the pen became my broadswordallowing me to cut through the cords which had bound meand when you found me writing poetryyou reached into infinity andfor a minute wewere connected…

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The service industry

The country pileis not what it was,the roof is leakingand that’s becausethe help want payingit’sbloody scandalousIblame it on socialismandsuffragettesthe working classshould know their place,and thebloody waiters won’t waitin case they’re missing outon somethingsomewhere else. when we upper-class pass into historyand the workers become their own industry,I wonder how it will work outand whowill wait on…

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