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Cheese and Hunger

175 types of cheese, the new supermarket boasted,
confused I bought the same old Gauda I can’t stay
there spending a whole day just for a bit of cheese.
I like milk in my coffee bought a litre, only to see
when coming home, that it was banana flavoured.
So many choices, the food industry is obscene and
consumers are zombies to let them play with food
that way. Banana flavoured long -life milk laced
with vitamins would be fine for the poor children of
Burma; the cruelly incompetent generals there ought
to be propped up against a pagoda wall and shot.
Since Britain and USA are so keen on interfering in
eastern affairs, why don’t they invade could it be
because Burma has no oil and is too close to China?

The Pompous

Those who would be kings
Must serve the people they rule
Or they will fall
Down the abyss of hubris
And condemned by history

The Middleclass

It’s not my concern
But those who seek the power
To lead the masses
Must have an enormous ego
Disregarding lesser minds

The Cynical

I really give a damn
But isn’t a bit dense to think
A leader is like us
Who use modesty as shields
To conceal our cowardice.