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Haiku 5-7-5
Gov’nment tries to screw
People revolt in protest
Dildo hits baldy
Forgive the Nats not
For they know just what they do
Yet they do it still
Haiku [5-7-5]
Gov’nment tries to screw
People revolt in protest
Dildo hits baldy
Another big free trade deal in the offing. Trade Minister Todd McLay is off to The Hague, Brussels and other E.U. Countries for meetings. Should we protest this?
Brilliant! a pity the craven responses/names of certain jonolists had not been mentioned too.
1000% Martyn,
These silent once proud journalists are now just hired guns that have joined the corporate corruption elitists in waging war against us all that is widespread now.
I had a stanza about them but felt forced. I feel like thats it own poem.
I remember standing at the march and thinking how can they possibly spin the numbers and then they did , sigh