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What part of your freedom
Are you willing to eject
From a passenger plane
On course with a runway
The queues are like Christmas
Evenings absorbing information
Social data collections on
Virtual shelves
Twelve Gold Rings
Sham weddings
People expected to behave
On dirty street corners
Houses painted outside
To hide the decaying
Landlord leeching
Into every room
I heard a rumour
Spread around town
Petrol was burnt
Sirens were ringing
Closed a ring road
Names and addresses
Were published
Viral car parks
Lit by a hundred little
Light sources
Brightly lit boys
Watching themselves
On the local news

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