Poem: Fly High

You have to be bad to get on,
Push the others aside,
You have to be bad to get on,
So the chance won’t pass you by.

You have to be canny,
On the sly,
Sell your own Granny
Just to get by,
Crap on those who got you there,
Disown your friends,
Cut your hair,
Sell your soul,
Hock this,
Hock that,
Become a Liberal Democrat.
Chase the dream,
Grab it today,
Kill those who stand in your way.
This is the only way to achieve?
To lie, cheat and deceive?

No.

Fly High my absent friend.

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Poem: Fly High

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