found a car and fuelled it
on philosophy
ran for miles, at first, that little beaut
but something went, its big end,
so unfortunately
traded in and no one guessed or knew it
a motor vehicle furnished with a wee box
for putting pennies in
to make it go
fed it full but, bugger, don’t you know it
it guzzled
charity, the needy, had to go
got another, this one was a belter,
no one knew the places it would see
all taxed and filled and raring for the open
a limousine built especially you see
fail safe gears and brakes
all paid for by some people
serfs, they were, or some such
it’s so fine
runs like clockwork
wind them
make it happen
philanthropy abused
for them and thine
needing new suppliers
for their buzzfeed
charity
philanthropy
are pissed
taken to the breakers
to the cleaners
time for the knackers’ yard
where wheeler dealers
won’t be missed
There are some great wee gems in this poem like…ran on Philosophy, Philanthropy abused, where wheeler dealers won’t be missed…lots of emotion and feeling and I love the mechanical analogies to describe society and it’s tangled workings etc etc etc. A refreshing outlook!
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Thank you. 🙂 I’ve just been on yours commenting on your gorgeous reflection while you must have been here. That’s twice today that’s happened. I love how weird and wonderful that is. Thank you once again for reading and your lovely comment.x
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Ah…that strange occurrence synchronicity, happens all the time to me! You are most welcome and only up the motorway from here! All the Best…
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