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Jun 2020
Perhaps you're only seeing what it is they want you too,
which is you
looking at you through a viewfinder wishing it was a rangefinder,
thinking it would be kinder to finish it
but wishing it doesn't work well.

I could be in the driving seat
beating the drum
making those wheels hum
and the engine purr
but
'could be' isn't fair either.

They get a medal for doing *** all
we get *** all for doing *** all
there is no justice
it's just us
fighting
for our lives.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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