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Old Men
I watch the old men
Who run the world’s show;
With tails in the air,
They try this and that.
With bully-boy flab,
A conscience unpricked,
Their memory slack,
Their puny goods limp,
They slaughter at will,
Kick out at the cat;
They burp and they lark,
In packs at the swill.
I hanker for youth
To take its turn still.
Tuesday 6th May 2025 8:41 am
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