I once thought I was ready for the Labrador walks
the Sunday bevy and the gardening talks
for flannel jackets and Hunter boots
Pimms on the lawn and grown up pursuits
but guess what?
I’m not
I still burn with anger at a world of plenty
that leaves it’s children dying hungry
so until as a race we stop worshiping money
fuck your coiffed lawns and polite society
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