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I SWEEP IT UNDER MY CARPET.

I've got a new carpet for all unpleasant facts,
For brown envelopes, statements, for all cerebral attacks,
For newsreaders, the tabloids, and their mournful news,
I sweep them under my carpet to shoo away the blues.

But now that their persistence has sadly increased,
I've just bought another one, so the bullying is policed,
But this one I'll just have to lay on top,
Ready for the next wave of demoncratic slop.

If you come for a visit, please mind where you tread,
Or you might find the ceiling too low for your head.

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