Another penny another pound

Natures vines cradle the industry
Black ice slides us into decline.
Amongst the rubble broken fish struggle up the banks.
Mothers watch their flock by night not knowing what to do.
One bean sprout said jack .
A patch work quilt and a two pence piece.
Keep saving , save , saved.
Nothing but a barrel of laughs and a harlequin of delights.
Rattle the cage.
Shine the torch in their eyes and tell them .
To play that game.

◄ Midnight

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