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The whistles and the flutes

by PaulAnthony 

Posted: 16 June 2004
Word Count: 107


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Empty smiles, empty promises.
Hanging suits
like curtains on an empty house.
Perfect teeth, guarding dangerous tongues.
Wild, uncaged.
Dull witted, sharp nose
for gain.
Wholly unholy, corruption entire.
Rarely lost for words, never a word for the lost.
Damp and shallow, product of a bitter storm.
Pious, pragmatic and pathetic.
No calming wind of change just air,
warm and stale.
Metered hands, evaluate each shake,
Worth, worthless, worth, worthless.
Perverted by a transparent power of self inflation.
The tired lies, lost goals and flatline oratory
of moral punchlines.
Compassioned frown of unrelenting self consideration.
No self loathing, uncontested goading.
Cover all the mirrors, democracy is dead.







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Fearless at 12:30 on 16 June 2004  Report this post
Paul

I liked this a lot and it resonated strongly with me on first reading. The observational detachment and rhythm of this piece, could make readers question themselves, because maybe there is a bit of this in all of us.

We're all supposed to be works in progress right?

Write on, Woz

roovacrag at 13:02 on 16 June 2004  Report this post
Paul a great verse. So much love so much pain,so much to give,yet no more giving.

Well done.
xx Alice

PaulAnthony at 13:43 on 16 June 2004  Report this post
Thanks for your comments. I guess the election got the better of me, these people sicken me with their lies and deceit.

Tuppence at 00:23 on 25 January 2005  Report this post
oh WOW!
perverted by a transparent power of self inflation
yes
i keep reading it
fuck politicians they lie without even thinking


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