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                         Timon of Athens

Back to the old, old problem - this blank page

With little swilling round worth putting down;

Nothing to provoke my bile or rage

Against a world grown comfortable and calm.

So here I sit for Timon at the National;

A pensioners' matinee, so all around

Have come to pass their time with something rational,

Uplifting, intellectual and profound.

            But from the stage, acid edged invective

            Cuts to the nerve and burns off the veneer

            Of niceness, while our bland and ineffective

            Polititians preen themselves and cheer.

           All hope for our future surely dies

            When life is nought but hypocrisy and lies.

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So, life is shit, and

All  that we can do with it

Is smash and destroy.

Brian Hick September 2012

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