image from daily mirror
whispers wander down the tube
turning into tales of truth
storms do rage
through the papers page
giving credence to the proof
little tact, ill decorum
whispers turn to roars
led yourself astray
down reckless corridors
defend yourself as you may
you imbecile, you fool
three lions they do linger
they creep
they prowl
they crawl.
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