✩ POETRY! ✩

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The Terry's Chocolate Orange.

The first of December.
It's another year,
and the Terry's Chocolate Orange
has, once more, shrunk.
The price has, once more, grown.
That's all I have to say, I think.

It is Winter. And it will be Winter,
and the families across our great country,
cannot heat their homes
cannot feed their children.
Cannot afford fuel, for cars or people.

The government discuss assisted dying.
They don't mention those of us
who are already dying
due to their incompetence.
Why would they?
It's just a statistic, I think.
Like how the Terry's Chocolate Orange has shrunk by 10%.

The government can afford the Terry's Chocolate Orange.
With an orange couch to match
in Number 10 Downing Street.
Orange juice prepared by the private chef,
and an orange filter, used to make the blood of the children they kill seem less grotesque.

They kill. And they kill. And they have killed. And they will kill.
This is simply how it is.
And we will vote, and we will vote, and we will scream, and we will protest, and we will vote once more.
And the Terry's Chocolate Orange pricing will increase.
And they will kill.
This is simply how it is.