In the mill town

In the mill town lockdown is no different to any other day except for Sunday. And when we get to reach our majority we then become a minority because the votes have all been rigged. twenty one is just a number that they pluck out of thin air. For each of us and every mother’s…

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Another day in the dungeon

Can you ‘adam and eve it’ because I can’t I just don’t believe it, yes Saturday has bit the dust I am fit to bust and choked with tears. all these flamin’ years and Saturday can’t stay a little longer…

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Nothing is fair

I shouldn’t be here I should be back there taking part in the weekend, but Monday smacks me sideways and knocks me off the chaise, I’ll spend the day knee-deep in work and have no time to lounge or laze, nothing’s fair at all…

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Millions

For what it’s worth which isn’t much I went to work, such exciting times in which to live and now I’m home back in the bosom where my darling wife who really is my honey blossom, makes tea for me and to make my day massages all those aches and pains away…

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One of seven

Saturday should be a day when you don’t have to work away like a beaver. Never is never enough, but it’s often too much. Work is always the same but we play the game so we can get paid go out on the lash a birthday bash maybe get laid, we’ve always been Saturdayed and…

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Under clouds

I can hear that it’s raining. pit-a-patter what’s the matter? I think I’ll get quite wet, but only if I go to work and that’s not decided yet. I have coffee and a magazine on a lear jet, oh! it’s just a dream but it’s still raining…

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Prep time

There’s no accounting for taste waste, paste that on the blackboard, billboard still bored? be a fish. I wish but it seldom works, maybe my wish needs batteries. Later, back to the bowels of the earth, work and a dearth of humour but there’s a rumour that it’s nearly Christmas, it’s funny how the lights…

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Zoned in

This is a big day and as it stretches away into the distance I feel small in a small way, but as it’s Wednesday it’s okay. Exercising my imagination by opening my eyes, one at a time, don’t want to overdo it. Anyway I got some rest and now must get dressed head off to…

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I’m thinking

x+3.3 x t4/- ok that’s enough don’t want to overdo things. late start today later finish too it’s not really fair but what can you do? the wheels of industry run right over me leaving trademarks down my back. Tuesday a boohoo hoo day and a long way to Friday, I’m setting off now…

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Reference points

  After the shock wore off work wasn’t that bad, but still glad that it’s over for the day. It really didn’t feel like I’d been away and now that’s got me to wondering,. have i ? And I wonder why it has to be that when I get to wondering it always gets to…

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On the seventh day, the greed of capitalists grew

As Sunday washes over me I have one thought in my head, wish I didn’t have to work and could stay at home in bed, but poor will be as it will be and do what it does best to make the poor man go to work instead of being at rest…

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Capital

Everything is free until they come for you as they came for me, see, the biggest scam they ever worked was fooling us into working, a bit of Penn and Teller? no they’re the good guys they only fool your eyes not your hopes. And I am not sinking I’m just floating underwater…

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Rearranging the cells

Stay in bed Saturday? a dream away lazy day? no way, I have to labour if only to feel as Hercules did. So I slid off the mattress to dress and stood a bit taller, if only to impress the mirror which looks a bit more like me the more that I see it. They’ve…

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It’s me on the jubilee

He’s Coughing Choking think that man should give up smoking. Someone tagged the door Isn’t that against the law? There are those wearing ‘High Visibility’ there are those full of misery such fun on the jubilee. It’s painkiller quick, but it makes me feel sick when i look at the price I must pay. Commuting…

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When tomorrow comes

Oh no what happened? where did the weekend go Again? I’m ruminating on the fact that once more we are being attacked by the working week. the working class ( of sixty something) should be retired, not wired to the grid. I still have wine and what’s time got to do with what’s in my…

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Why, not work

It’s Friday so could we start early and should we or would we feel guilty? four thirty and hardly the time to get flirty. it’s raining and windy it would be it’s Friday one more conspiracy to add to the list…

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Coffee time grumble

Well that went quickly wasn’t it? didn’t it? couldn’t fit the weekend in an egg tray? I wanted it got it used it up forget it. And now it’s now and not then until the weekend comes again…

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The induction

Make the common ground between you your space, eye to eye let’s face the facts, like attracts. like it? they do I do but that’s nothing new, not the ground nor the space, the facts stare us in the face. The comfort zone is outside of zone six…

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‘Trading places’

Thinking of getting linked in? think on, there are forces at work that would force you to work and work’s not all you think it could be, now opting out is not to be sneezed at, if you’re pissed off this option’s for you. I’m on the fence between here and hence flipping a fifty…

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