Golden Calf

A Golden Calf came through our old town for people to worship whether deft or daft.

If anyone impedes this Olympian flame in disporting procession coming from this flawed 

home (like all ours) of demos kratos - Greece will save itself if it be true to 'people 

power' that now has a spring in its not always athletic step, gamy leg they will be 

game, a terrorist to to types of boot, receiving their (in) just desserts if they spoil (be 

fair) many people's pleasure. It will be an arresting scene for we vin ordinaire to drink 

in the sights  of champagne wasting sporty types, Olympic worthies, 'celebrities', 

politicos like bouncy Boris in his and their special Soviet fast lanes that no war or civil 

hero just 'sporting' ones will ride in this four times over budget shindig that we 

taxpayers of the world, mainly this faire isle will gladly pay for them to play knowing 

that they shaft us every day yet cannot they take our souls from us whether we are 

                   believers or no - each our very selves will truly show.

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