Britain the new Guernica upon a gable end terrace, do not make me laugh Pablo, the warring table, banging Brits fighting over sausage and mash. The air raid hats sat in the corner waiting for imminent neighbour attack. Too many teens upstairs shagging dad’s string vests, drying in front of a chopped pallet fire. You can’t move for wood chickens and pigs, noisy in the back yard, oh and the 1967 three wheel truck from British Rail, we wait for the officers knock upon the front door…
Contradictions
Land of co morbid contradictions frighteningly in disagreement, drowning in a sound cacophony implying cantankerously in ensued chaos from theorists unknown behind machine faced impregnable stone drought.
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Author: Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning..
What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this
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