A Place for Everyone - And Everyone In Their Place

London, echoes of a bygone era, a hundred years ago in 1917 there was the Russian Revolution
I feel and smell and taste and see and touch revolution in the air once more as we face our truth

Anyway I was going to say without rhyming but well it seems to be here to stay so get on with it and let it flow and it was going to be about servitude, about being serfs and no better than slaves to a system and being poor not because you don't want to work, being immigrants from another nation, inflation, greed and selfishness, a lack of communication, listening, the ways that the under class are not served by the ones out there that do their best to live in a capitalist country and don't feel or see the lack of morality in the things they do from day to day, buying things we don't need, it's all connected, and i'm no saint, when i get onto the centre in yate, i want things i don't have to have, i am temoted to go into the pound shop and see what's cheap, get junk and eat it, stuff my fucking face, i don't have to swear but occasionally i do it to fit in, because it works, because the gravity of the situation seems to require a stronger turn of phrase, no praise for me, bowing low to my number plate bw 03 lwn, bow low now and indicate, as so many others don't because they are unconscious of others, focussed on their own lives, stressed through what they have to do at work, where they have to go, egotistical in unnatural behaviour towards others, no manners any more, no communication, just i have to be somewhere, so i will treat others with disdain, that instant sensation within, the temptation inside, the message is do others down, that's acceptable in this society, there's no more piety, no more reason not to tread upon them, getting ahead by seeing someone else lose theirs, lose everything, no rich without poor, more wealth, less health, more disasters on the way because the ones with shiny expensive cars don't want to see the ones who have nothing but their family, and friends, and they have?  Things, and back to consumerism and my truth, I'm suffering, one of the noble truths of bhuddism is that life is suffering, but it doesn't need to be, the less you have you give it away more easily, I'm going to post this for others to see, because I don't care what they think of me.