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Meltdown

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Grab a joblot of high definition  TVs

Great pictures for you, great movies for me.

So many facilities here for jiffy-jolly fun.

PIty the hoi-polloi who speak patois-rum.

Four vibrant ghosts came singing round here today

Rounded up by cops seeking to blow their blues away.

We said amen to their flat soft voice purr-drawl 

Telling black kids 'you ain't wanted round here'.

Viciously vexated vigilantes ain't about  to disappear,

Real-life-ghostly benefits will hardly ever reappear:

Pass the money to me, to you, to you, to me.

Fear anonymous gnomes who fiddle with the dosh-$-€-£-¥

Fund-global-financial-crisis-for the benefit of the few

Nothing, except in adverts,  is really sparkly-new.

 Remember killing kids, every day, that's what the money-men do

Dont cringe away from the killIng fields of Africa, the Middle East, American slums, too.

Avoid virtue-signalling wokeish affluent vicious bums

Who spout stripped-down meaningless jargon and close down debate

They  No-platform the virus-crew, police the language, that's what they do.

Sanctuary towns will drown in coagulating blood,

Such  a small portion of humanity is actually 

Doing any fucking good?

 

◄ Young love, and old

At Kathy's funeral ►

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