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Joe Josie What are you doing Talking to you Then do not be loud As Cora is now asleep That wretched cold She has told me That she rarely gets colds in Greece This fucking country sis It is contaminated It never used to be contaminated Soapbox Joe I can feel one of your moods […]

I often dream about Madame Butterfly But know for a fact That she does not dream about me

Joe As you know many self important politicians Are sponsored by him and her I would like to think This is done out of love And not to gain favour I will dress them in my own image And betray them In the Gethsemane Garden When the time is right They attend prestigious events Whist ordinary […]

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I was on a beach in another town When I received a message From my daughter It was quite simple Olivia Rodrigo was playing Under the pier Not far from Where the deckchairs were stored And would I film her two song performance Which I did an hour or so later I sent my short […]

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At present I love in Santiago I sell souvenirs to tourists Which pays the rent I am living with a maid Who is a thief In the evenings We line up all her stolen objects Being careful with the distances apart And then retire to our beds With the hope That we will wake up […]

Joe Thomas I have noticed That your poetry Has become very political Why is that That is quite simple Brother Tom

Dance my beloved country I loved you so very much But you betrayed me I will not show compassion