Looking at life

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Begins with c.

(Should we refer to this as a polianagram or a polanagram?)

We're doomed! We're doomed!
Do you hear me? We're doomed!

For billions are today alive,
And most on bits of paper thrive,
So our human future dreads,
In government air-heads,
But now so many half-wits at the top,
Means the baloon will surely pop.

We're doomed! We're doomed!
Do you hear me? We're doomed!!!!!!

Although they abound, soon it will be found,
The Dollar, Euro and the Pound,
Just bits of coloured paper are.
But though worshipped like the sun our nearest star,
Society now up its tree,
Soon the truth will see.

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Hi diddly-dee,
The government said it would be free,
Knowing not many would detect,
Taxes indirect.
Parliament, our stinging bee.

It has been said, truthfully, that the art of taxation is to pluck the maximum number of feathers from the goose with the least amount of hissing. Consequently, the more you hiss the less you'll pay in tax.

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Tick, tick, tick,
Time away at life does pick,
Each day slides quickly past
Refusing to for longer last.
It will for no one wait,
And caring not for those who hate,
It just daily passes by.
"STOP!" It hears not my cry,
Tick, tick, the clock it ticks,
As at my life away it picks.

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Has Big Brother arrived?

Is Big Brother an American?

Read this article in the Daily Mail and see what you think.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1032374/How-America-snooping-YOU---soon-snooping-lot-more.html

What disturbs me most is that a significant number of Americans are Limey haters. In fact they hate Limeys so much that they would do anything to cause a Limey problems.

Worse is the fact that many of these Limey haters hold high positions in America and now they have access to all your private information, and mine too.

I think it might be time to begin preparing for an unpleasant future.

{Added Note: Take the NatWest 3. Was that the American legal system in search of justice or was just straight forward 'Limey Bashing'?}

In North Carolina, Cahrlotte,
A smoker smoked a lot,
And bought one day cigars expensive,
As they were by the box addictive,
But so he could be of his possessions sure,
He did his box insure,
And did include as well for fire,
In case disaster did transpire.

But when he the cigars had smoked,
Insurance people choked,
And said he was insane,
When he the company did call,
And put in a claim,
Saying in fires, twenty four quite small,
His possessions up did burn,
And so he did compensation earn.

But insurers did to pay refuse,
Saying he their contract did abuse,
So the man the issue fought,
In a local court,
And as legal arguments did turn and twist,
The claimant contract wording did assist,
So the judge did finally decide,
The company must by law abide,
And the claimant pay,
What 'er the judge did say.

Fifteen thousand was the sum,
And this insurance folk did stun,
But though unwillingly they paid,
The matter was to rest not laid,
For as his cheque the claimant did deposit,
Police him did arrest,
And did him then imprison,
On counts twenty four of arson.

For did he not willfully his property destroy?
And does this not the law annoy?
So for this awful crime,
Twenty four thousand was the fine,
And as arsonists should suffer hell,
He was to prison sent as well.

(The Week, 03062000, issue 258)

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