ramblings and things

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November 1993


we meet on those weeks
that we sign on the dole
nod but don't speak
each learning his role
redundant unused.

does he feel like me
barely hiding the hate
at friends comments
about living on the state
thought they only a joke.

I tell them about us
two ordinary blokes
each fortnight at three
waiting to hear
the call of his name
each starting to fear
he is to blame

What we used to be
doesn't matter any more
please silently leave
quietly closing the door


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November 1993