There's a body in the white goods

Somewhere in the backwoods 

Inflated with inflation

It drowned in new taxation 

The hands of power strangle

Poking from every angle

Moulding it weak & small 

A cock without its balls 

Limp in forced compliance 

Devoid of all defiance 

Its decomposition, 

deemed too unstable 

‘Dispose of carefully’ 

it read on t...

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