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The Silent Battle

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Another diversion from the Four Letter Words but it is coming back soon. You may recognise the poem between the story, this was first read out at Battle’s Folk and Fable Festival in 2024.  The Silent Battle  With apologies to Pastor Martin Niemöller The alarm goes off on my watch, I look at my phone and my favourite search engine tells me how many minutes it will take me to get there. It also states the standard of other driver’s behaviour based on their past journeys at this time using their phones to calculate this impossible description with the use of big data stored in a glacial stream cooled warehouse of servers.  I got hit. I park the car in the usual space, take the same photograph of a QR code that directs me to a paying website for Battle railway station. No need to pay the station master for that service when it is farmed out to a third party who dictate that the end of the day is two or three in the morning. They came for the car park manager, but I said noth...
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Hit - A poem

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 Once in a while, I may decide to put in a little bit of poetry on here. I blame other online poets but actually I really admire them. Here is the first. It was interspliced with a story that I will no doubt publish as well. Do let me know if you like it.  Hit  I got hit.  By a man with a stick.  A twit.  Of a man with a stick.  On that stick.  Was some shit.  That twit.  Of a man hit me with a shitty stick.  I don’t like to mix. With twits. Who have some shitty sticks.  Who like to hit. People like me.  I am in such a fix.  When I meet a twit.  Who wish to hit.  Me with a stick.  Covered in shit. 
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