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The rest of you are right wing, came the barrage,
As they sided with Trump, Johnson and Farage.
Down with the establishment, liberals, and elite,
Roared a rich Greek from his motorcycle seat.
Destroy the Beeb, burn the Guardian, and boycott C4
Alt news is king, journalism's a bore.
The media's our enemy, against it we'll rail,
But don't expect us to criticise the Telegraph or Mail.
You're clueless puppets and we're never wrong,
Is their mantra, a relentless battering ram of a song.
To infiltrate and destroy are clearly the goals,
Of privileged pricks pretending to be proles.
We're the true socialists they cried whilst raising the fist,
But they omitted a word, and that word is nationalist.

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Some of the items on this site won’t be to everyone’s liking, I get that. Basically this is my place, my wee studio to mess around in – experimenting with words and thoughts. I’ll be chuffed if you enjoy it, but if you don’t, c’est la vie. As a friend used to tell me “it would be a boring life if we all thought the same.”

Jack Montgomery
A wine press,
On a farm at the end of the dirt track,
The SetĂşbal Peninsula,