Thursday, 25 October 2012
Yesterdays news tomorrows pulp trash
The slimy paper lies news ash;
Syllables ran an smeared in inky red.
Here it spores: through its loose thread.
Here it festers, in the sun, where it waits,
For the white lies, white wash to come.
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