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Status
“What’s on your mind?”Shut up, Facebook.I’m not here to spill my soulinto another scrolling feed. I’m talking about status—not likes, not clicks,but standing in society.It’s not what you know,it’s who you know. Some chase it,some wear it like armour.Once they’ve got it,they don’t care what you think—because they’ve arrived.And we? We’re just the plebs. But what does it buy you?A pedestal, higher than the rest?Snobbery. Foolishness.Lavishness. Loneliness. Status isn’t all it seems.You can hold it in your handand still be hollow—always learning, never teaching. Status whispers:you’re too good for common people now.But you weren’t born into it—you clawed it from power’s grip. Now you stand apart,a black sheep in a…
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Robin Hood in Reverse?
A councillor spoke, bold and brash, “Rob Peter for Paul, take more in cash!” But take from the poor to give to the rich? Seems like he’s lost the plot—a real bait-and-switch. Our roads are crumbling, streets unsafe, Toilets shut or vandal’s waif. Schools left begging for staff and supplies, While doctors and dentists wave their goodbyes. A glasshouse rises, all shiny and grand, Yet shops sit empty across the land.Colwyn Bay’s lost its heart and soul, Taxed out of business—an empty shell whole. So here’s my plea, if you truly care, Give back your allowance—show us you’re fair.Meet your people, hear their cries, See the world through struggling eyes. But don’t raise tax—we’re stretched too thin, Austerity’s…
