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Porky
This is the age of the porky;
This is the age of the lie.
Big men who wield power
No longer even try
To utter one word
Which might just be true.
They know they don’t need to;
They’re laughing at you.
They’re laughing at you
Because you lap it up,
As if you read tea leaves
In their plastic cup.
They make up the numbers,
They make up the quotes,
They’re...
Tuesday 13th May 2025 10:19 pm
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