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fuck off   (  a  p o e m )

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the ostrich has bolted

your feathers have moulted

your business has folded

your peasants revolted


your park is a wasteland

punctured are your armbands

the penny has dropped &

sunk beneath sinking sands


your attics been rummaged

shat out is your roughage

you're packed in as luggage

good riddance bad rubbish


it's night where your sun shone

pure gravy since you've gone

hands wavy - you've done one

fat ladies sing swansongs

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