Bleak House Poem by Stefan Splawinski

Bleak House



junction point of social crisis
dreary office where all is lost
queues of the long disenchanted
service provided at lowest cost

futures extinguished by degree
smoke and mirrors solutions pay
gala of confidence tricksters
working lives fade right away

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Exeter UK - DHSS 1976
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