Jac please resign yourself. I try to bring some liveliness to our sad task of viewing and analysing politics but it isn’t to start a trend or a competition. Have you anything worthwhile and practical to say at the end of the day!
Endangered parasitic stink Orchid “pompous” var “windbag”, grown hydropornically in bullshit and worm pee.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Oops. No it’s just and arsehole.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
A fishing fleet stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at once,
Netting by-catch without a glance
Not by one camera at-all
Because he had removed them all.
The waves splashed beside them as they died; but hey
An unknowing public could not express dismay,
a politician bought by fishing company:
I gazed—and gazed—and had a thought
What wealth had he been bought?:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon ny inner eye
Which is the curse of solitude;
And then my heart with horror fills,
And wilts liking dying daffodils.
On the fast tack to corruption.
Jac please resign yourself. I try to bring some liveliness to our sad task of viewing and analysing politics but it isn’t to start a trend or a competition. Have you anything worthwhile and practical to say at the end of the day!
Endangered parasitic stink Orchid “pompous” var “windbag”, grown hydropornically in bullshit and worm pee.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Oops. No it’s just and arsehole.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
A fishing fleet stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at once,
Netting by-catch without a glance
Not by one camera at-all
Because he had removed them all.
The waves splashed beside them as they died; but hey
An unknowing public could not express dismay,
a politician bought by fishing company:
I gazed—and gazed—and had a thought
What wealth had he been bought?:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon ny inner eye
Which is the curse of solitude;
And then my heart with horror fills,
And wilts liking dying daffodils.
Superb Pat.
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