He sits down by the cosy fireplace,
With a copy of the daily propaganda,
And the same old expression,
On a browbeaten face,
And a well sugared coffee,
In the same old mug,
He ponders and he wonders,
Have things ever been so bad,
Or is everyone and the world,
Just going raving mad.
© 2012
Brian J Stafford
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