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A Poem about the Weather

Nicotine gum in mouth, breaking the habit
while the great English drought continues apace,
the water falls in torrents
the bus drives through the vast water shortages
and throws it onto the curb, drowning those who wait.

The warnings are of drought
the warnings are of floods
and the two are alike and not in opposition.

I mean not the weather but the money
plentiful and in the wrong places
we can’t afford it
but we need it, we are told, to attract those who can show us the way.

This rising tide sinks all boats, except the luxury yachts.

The habit will kill us, but its so hard to break.

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