Flack Chuckers!
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Like lambs to the slaughter they stumble on, signs aloft, believing they can cause change to the valleys, to the fields, the beaches, the cities, the flack chuckers. But the flack chuckers laugh inwardly like demented demons, for they have found bliss with gold flecked bath bombs, and dosh stuffed mattresses, Lamborghinis and Mayfair pads. In truth there is shit At both ends of the rainbow, just more at one grimy end than the other sparkly one. But both ends have shit of one kind or another nonetheless. © Allen Ansell 2023
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