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Incident At The Royal Consort Hotel
larrylark

We all had a laugh,how the front
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of The Royal Consort Hotel
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fell off in broad night light.
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Through the dust and rubble
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the toffs coughed and spluttered,
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seeming troubled just like us,
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desperately pulling on underwear,
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frantically waving from lofty rooms,
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faces garish in a fluerescent dawn,
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not one yawned
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as a fresh breeze blew through.
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Some called from beneath large lumps
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to friends crushed forever
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as they never had been while living.
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Like us, those left felt barely alive,
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just grateful for the moment;
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bereft,rootless,displaced,
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revealed naked in a twilight zone,
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before luxery limo's arrived, and whisked
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the survivors back home and out of site.
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Toff-a person of aristocratic or noble personage who kicks tramps who lie in the gutter littering the street.

28 Jun 08

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I like the way that the distance between the lower class and the upper socialites is momentarily equalised by a disaster.

Well written, subtle metaphor.
Leanan
 — Leanan

I see that i was once more venting my spleen at the inequalities that will always exist until the man in the white cloak with the big bushy beard comes back to the planet he created and shakes the selfishly exploitative gene out of the human race.

Larry silly boy Lark
 — larrylark

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