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Last roads

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

Out there



Halfpenny moment

28-06-1914

3 foot ruler

ABANDONED

About Tomorrow

ABSURB

Acceptance

ACCESSORY

ACROSS THE LINE

ADVERSITY OF VANITY

AIMLESS

ALTERNATIVE BELFAST

AMERICAN DIPLOMACY

AND ALL THAT THERE

AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN

ANGELS

ANGELS CARING

ANGELS FALLING

ANNOYING SUCKER

ANYONE

AN INOFFENSIVE MAN

ART OF LIFE

ASKING A QUESTION

ASSUMPTION

AS WE CHOOSE

ATOMIC NUMBER (6}

ATTEN--SHUN

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The care worn boots of yesterdays workers
lie dormant, cast into the doldrums of the welfare state.
Today, tomorrow, yesterday workers with
hands outstretched beseech, give us work. 
 
All they receive is a disdainful glance, that declares, take
our handout and be grateful that we tolerate your moaning.
The stamp, tax you paid into the system, all the monies are
missing, voraciously raped by the banks
 
you stand here every day hoping for change
all we can say is, none is forthcoming, your day is done.
We cannot give you work and very soon we shall not pay 
you a daily pittance, it will all be taken by the banking system.
 
Today, tomorrow, forget about living, you are finished.
Cast aside like flotsam, drifting upon the tide, you depend
on the welfare to survive. No easy answers, no joy in living.
Each and every day, you’re a supplicant asking for a handout.
 





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