Keep buggering on 
Was Churchill’s ‘sage advice’ 
I’m told we’ve suffered much worse 
There are still cigarette butts 
Outside the front door of my flat 
A menstrual pad 
Smeared with blood 
Drifts around there 
Like tumbleweed 
In the Mojave Desert 
And I’m buggered if 
I’m going to do anything about it 

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