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When I'm strolling the social path
Sometimes I hear of folks bereft
Which fires up my social wrath
To see me strolling on the left,
Where I still see a fruitful Earth,
Unlike the hard rocks on the right
With unchecked rage at its full girth...
Promising policies of blight.
I stay center lane, if I can,
As that's the way of Whiggery
And helps promote my master plan
Of scripting verse...amphigory...
Which conservatives will not conserve
Once struck upon the acoustic nerve.
Sometimes I hear of folks bereft
Which fires up my social wrath
To see me strolling on the left,
Where I still see a fruitful Earth,
Unlike the hard rocks on the right
With unchecked rage at its full girth...
Promising policies of blight.
I stay center lane, if I can,
As that's the way of Whiggery
And helps promote my master plan
Of scripting verse...amphigory...
Which conservatives will not conserve
Once struck upon the acoustic nerve.
Published 24th May 2022
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