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| old Black Sea pill box |
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top job
come on Hovis put your back
into it hands on the dial
set controls to Number Ten
open up yon pearly gates
down the banks it's hands & knees
bail em out no parachute
when you're crashing in to land
drop the undercarriage pull
harder work those flipping oars
woah you’re making progress good
boy the mission's almost through
one more circuit here’s the bump
must it always be this mixed
worth the aggravation though
show no mercy give em hell
loyalists' creed
onlookers pedestrian resign
go to gaol there’s no free parking here
stay in bed or bunk off choice is yours
mortgage the gongs
hang yourselves it's all the same old song
amnesty's for birds & things that crawl
creeps aside & loafers sporting beards
peddlers of whine
only those committed souls unsung
heroes undercover artists tall
story peddlers shall receive the word
folks out of time
never mind the lottery your crime
should you choose to work for us is clear
infiltrating every kind of talk
whiplash of tongue
no reward your wages shall be long
years in exile keeping foreign laws
pining for a sip of bitter beer
dying like swine
in saecula saeculorum
end of life
crisis wakes
pensioners
up
mad for sex
drugs & rock
follies get
off
Grandad it’s
one last sup
time so drink
on
now before
Covid or
heart attack
calls
if the old
body clock’s
slowing down
shame
those who’ve looked
after it
all these years
cheers
sign yourself
off with crass
acts of pure
sleaze
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