Mansions

They’ll still be poor on Sunday when the congregation and the Padre drive away in their four by fours, they’ll still be poor. Them and we know them, heartless, pitiless government men would have them disappear hey presto look, no longer here and would we notice would we care? Well put your fuckin’Raybans on and…

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‘The time is now’, said the wolf

Asleep on a pallet and we let Lords leap on by and while the hungry men starve we watch as they die. The old year will pass into recency, oh the indecency of history is such a lying pig and while the pig’s at the trough tickling its snout there is the poor man with…

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