We're soiled
by treasonable acts
from pacts,
and spoiled
as we toil
for a reason
In Redcar by the sea,
sitting in the car
courting controversy,
a fat man in a string vest,
welcome
to the new Wild West
Seven point six two
became five point five six
a hell of a trick
aligning munitions
in the greatest tradition
of old empires,
ignoring the flaws
as we mop up the gore
for inheriting a friends enemies,
it transpires
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