Posted: October 1, 2014 in Poetry
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Goodbye old friend
This world will never be the same
But still this was no game
A touch of colour
To that corner of my screen
But placed there not because I chose
For it was mere compulsion

But now you’ve gone
And left that empty space
No trace of what it was that held you there
And yet compulsion still remains
Still leaves a stain
That robs and captures in its net
The payment that’s required

Nostalgia? Maybe
But there’s no great loss
A Mutual badge will fill the slot
And breakdown will be covered there
Not wear, not tear
And still I will be recognised
Through electronic stealth

tax disc RIP


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