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The World is run by Con-Artists and Psychopaths who treat us like sheep…

or the first time since my last, first and only love wounded me with distress
Had I retreated from my warren of harsh self-analysis.

Mutually we promise to make no promises
Such freedoms however prohibit
“Not so forbidden fruits” from ripening any easier.

Timid hands, gesturaly greet, trying hard to keep cool upon body contact.
Phrenitic sparks that come from locked eyes
Mislead you to think they are calm

Your consideration and soft approach pierces more easily my often shielded heart
Gradually reinforced to protect the gooey middle that barely survives from previous hedonists.

A handy profit could be made by “managing” the unemployed within the brutal regime that was set out by the Government.

Green light
Pull over
Throw up

To die
Wanted i

My soul
Suffered
Frost bite
(when my eyes looked into hers)

Who am I kidding to think you exist in another form?
Up to my knees in seedy peat
I prospect, for the prospect of love.

Something I can’t quite put my finger on
Unlike your body where there is no cell
I want to leave uncharted.

You kindly offer tea as you finalise your packing,
I suggest peppermint in an attempt
To amend my liquored self abuse.

Worth is not a value
Nor a measurable commodity
That implies success with gain,

Full employment should be the key goal of any government.

The multi-billion dollar Job Network has produced mass anxiety and 2nd class citizens.

long term unemployed survivors have described paternalistic and malicious job service staff in exactly the same words.

A review
for you
of the year o8
and what was great