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The rootless peasants

 

The rootless peasants

 

Jeering I have no time for & I think the King Charles portrait is a good one, people showing their ignorance

It is cold this morning for a house without adequate heating

The wishing chair flew in & people said it’s a mirage

I say no more 2nd class citizens

I learned to put cream in my tea from Chekhov, he was onto something as were the Russian middle class of his era

2 bananas & 4 green pears, far short of ripeness, in a pear growing region, fruit is imported

The all ordinaries has dropped a lot still no paper will ever talk about the fact we’re in a recession, less market ‘confidence’ is damaged & so papers do not report the state of play. They too are part of the strategic press release

My dog Pepper is lying in the sun on this freezing morning dreaming of summertime, while Rhonda is sleeping on the couch near the heater

The peasants laughed at Picasso particularly in the Anglophone world where culture is balls, pizza, beer & reality tv

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

 

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