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Maybe it’s just the ads

 

Maybe it’s just the ads

 

Ripping of the obfuscating down the river you head friend my slovenly aspidistra your license is revoked when the daisy choked the leaf blower insecticide dog whimpering at the door doing my head in bottle of wine doin fine off to the gym when millions of distorted faces & voices cramped me in an old phone booth it is some truth but no firebrand when would you like to subscribe to what you do or will apostasy run the cages & one withers in infirmary your nothing mind is not your sewing mind & never the twain in the frame framing feigning delight at the present or gift as some have been know wondering if there is in fact a walrus or two in your hand or is it a coffee cup this has driven the townsfolk mad like the raping of the lock & so everyone puts their two bobs worth in & she can’t swim & you’re not taking what we say is serious seriously enough! Good luck! & burn in Hell!

That was the end of year 5s dictation & yes they were mostly in tears except for some who’d disappeared out the windows to watch porn or gamble on their iPads. Of course their parent were incurious & just wanted to see good grades. In a class where no one’s allowed to fail everyone goes home happy & the swinging voters for unknown reason change their preferences every couple of years who no one knows they sure as hell don’t read up on policies. Maybe it’s just the ads.


 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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