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The indigestion story… May need elaboration… It’s actually a joke… Dressed up as a story… When asked to list the stages of digestion… By Parson’s… One of the High Beacon lags… Possibly not someone… Previously renowned… For much wit or humour… Which made it all the funnier… Finished the list with… Indigestion… Which is… Still funny… Those who laughed… Were ordered outside… And regaled with questions along the lines of… Do you have problems at home?… Which in retrospect… Is also very funny… Although… At the time… It was a rather sinister… And worrying turn of events.
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The current state… Of world politics… Resolves itself nicely… Into tales… Of High School jinks… Can anyone… With cognitive ability… Really take Rudy Trudy… And his ilk seriously?… The fact that they have achieved positions of power… Is extremely worrying… Put quite simply… The man… Is a boy… Hell, he even looks like a boy… Little boy lost… Playing with Santa Klaus’s toys… Breaking them… And making… One hell of a mess… Which might be quite amusing if real people’s lives… And livelihoods… Were not at stake… One by one… The dominoes fall… And their house of cards… Flip-flops to earth.
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The corridors… Of Beacon High… Were though… An unenviable place to be… Cane-ings… And slipper-ings… Sometimes giving… The punishers… A run up!… Inevitably took place there… And at the very least… Severe dressings down… During lessons… The name of the miscreant… Followed by… Outside!… Was inevitably met by hoots… And yelps… Of both joy… And derision… In equal measure… And became… If we are honest… Something of a trial… Of initiation… And a badge of honour… To be in… With the in crowd… Necessitated at least one foray… Into the corridors of doom… If not more.
France & Vincent 