Poor quality, astride a whistling pony
Saddled with another days paper trail
Terror applied to shattered amulets
On a concrete terrace
Festooned with cracked eggs, shells in crumpled shimmering detail
A thought from a tedious television show
Lead by biscuit throwing interviews
With marginalised columns of complaints
The same as yesterdays press released pigeons
With starched collars standing upright
To honour; clapped out to make the sounds seem open
Chosen from an internal advertising sample document
Get the show on the road
Pull in the man trapped, slave driving, anti social, gratuitous speculators
Spell bound
With a dictionary
Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 21st October 2015
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