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All this talk… Of peaches… Puts one in mind… Of the summer of Seventy-Seven… And from there… It is but a small step to… The party goes on… Behind elevator doors… While the elevator plummets… From the sixty-ninth floor… Big Bee… Really should have been paying more attention… To the songs of his youth… Alas… I expect he was too busy… Burning fifty-pound notes… Before the bleary eyes… Of the homeless… A political system that relies… On notions… Of superior entitlement… Rather than on… Service to the people… Really does need to be reformed… Root and branch.
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It is though… Beginning to look… A lot worse than that… We have a right to work… Ran one of the mantras… Of the seventies… And at that time… It was still… Just about… An acceptable notion… But only because… Workers were still needed!… And what happens when… The jobs… Of those workers… Can be done… By robots?… Do we really believe… That we will continue to be paid… To lounge around… Indefinitely?… With counter phrases like… Useless eaters… Being banded around… By the rich… And power hungry… That would indeed… Be the height… Of foolishness.
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There are also a lot… Of population reductionists… In positions of influence…. And power… Too many… Not to be alarmed by this… Big Bee for one… And Billy Gates Guff… To name just a couple… Do they advertise this aspect of their thinking… When they are interviewed… Or during glossy Tee-Vee programmes… On their necessity… Of course… They don’t… That would be like alerting… The border guards… Who, incidentally… Have already been removed, anyway… You begin… To get the picture… Which is not at all pretty… Which is in fact pretty… Disgusting… These people appear to be… Soulless!
France & Vincent 