I’m a trapeze artist balancing on the edge of a headache
kept at bay by drinking my tea with salt and thus far I’m
home free, even an argument about Magnetite Street did
not escalate into a conflict as I kept sipping salted tea, if
I’m lucky, I can flee the threatening headache by jumping
Into the pool, time is short, pressure is building behind my
eyes & my ears are ringing something fierce, this trapeze
artist is tumbling to the ground and going outside will be
my safety net, after cooling down I can return to the fable
on my screen, John Gay writing about politicians being so
Dishonest because they can only be elected if they can
disgrace opponents through falsehood and dishonesty, it
is fun to read the doggerel in which the fable lines unfold
and these moral tales make me realize, though my dad
truly was Conan the Barbarian, I prefer it to the lies that
Cause rural people to despise all leaders in positions of
power which they use to fleece everyone unlucky enough
to live in a so-called civilised society….
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/26199/26199-h/26199-h.htm
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