Revolution No barricade, no blazing street, Just photocopiers’ steady heat. A whispered vow in muted chrome, To pivot from a wasted home. The red flag folded, neat and small, Stitched into a conference hall. Sir Keir adjusts his careful tie, And measures change by inches high. No guillotine, sword rising wild, Just focus groups and …
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What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months? Oh, gather ‘round, ye weary souls, As the next six months of Trumpton rolls. The tweets will fly, MAGA caps will shout, And logic? Well, that’s been voted out. He’ll build a wall (or maybe not), While scandals brew in every pot. His hair, fake blond, defies the …
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