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the weather report predicted hectic thunder storms

oil jackets and umbrellas for all the stars in the show

stages were empty though except for a curtain raiser

who had failed to seek her measly social security grant


not exactly a win win situation but equal opportunities

celebries to shine without script or gambling predictions

the betting shops were closed because it was Sunday

an existentialist’s dream and history on wild trump cards


entropic gases confered about unpredictable precautions

how to prepare for a status quo under threat of extinction

they had a fizzy feeling that nothing would ever be the same

change loomed hard in which friends and foes had to join forces


an army of advisors made up fake news and polled opinions

with election day the public was consumed by soundbites

promises and a shower of funds should their particle succeed 

only one tick on the ballot and no more crosses to endure


a vacuous echo spelled the far end of nothing in particular

gravity was approaching and denial became out of reach

just one moment but then a Big Bang much louder than hell

God was not pleased that someone else was coming up first



23rd July 2020

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