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The Spokesman

I am the Council spokesman sat here in my darkened room I'm only dragged out in those times of misery and gloom. Whenever there's a foul-up or a bitter pill to swallow my very anonymity means my words won't sound too hollow. For concerts, openings, grand events with VIP's to meet plus free food and publicity then you'll see the elite. They'll embrace all of the kudos parading for the world to see, but when it all goes belly up, the phone call is for me. Excuses at the ready, say my piece then cut and run into my fall-out bunker, no, it isn't that much fun. Still when disaster strikes again I'm here when duty calls since those in power haven't the sincerity or the courage.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 4/21/2015 2:38:00 AM
I'll finish the last line for you Viv... or the balls! Loved your verse of universal public service truthfulness, but don't expect a Victoria Cross. Thanks again matey - Lindsay
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Viv Wigley
Date: 4/21/2015 3:44:00 AM
That's it, Lindsay- take away my comedy line :) . We have elections coming up, and I hope the 'spokesperson' is claiming overtime. I'm sick of it all already. I may do a Reg Spiers, and post myself over to your place. Thanks for dropping by. Regards, Viv

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