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Dimensions In Time: A
poem by Greg Tingle
One
may look at the stars
Searching
for the star of stars
A
virgin star, souring above all others
Some
are innovators
Some
are imitators
For
there is only one Branson
For
he trumps Trump
From
Earth, to Maas, and beyond Pluto
One
star reeks of Uranus
A
sinister star, one route to Melbourne
In
the dead of night they seek immunity
Hiden
in the annuity of the internet
However,
their true nature is known
One
media player known to most has blown the whistle
For
one star is not the victim
Much
rather the perpetrator
A
star sets target on a aviation star
Who
sores through the air with easy
A
virginal star
Nine
channels of TV terrestrials await
One
particular star now wishes that had not sough fame
Nor
done evil deeds
All
out of chances
Her
star is dwindling
Back
to her roots of maniacal behavior
In
search of a new victim
She
sings the Scorpio and Frog story
The
word of her new dimensions spreads via the media
Across
all four corners of the globe
A
dog with fleas can not describe
Her
true nature and real desires
Government
authorities take aim
One
party goes on to greatness
The
other falls in no manner like a shooting star
Can
a zebra change its stripes
Can
what is black be changed to white
Can
Nazi be changed to true blue Aussie?
Can
what yearns woman yearn man?
So
not quite as pure as the Virgin Mary
For
it make take a fearless crusader to speak the truth
To
speak the unspeakable
To
say or do nothing would be yet a crime
It
is indeed time to send in the legal eagles
A
dirty star if they could be is to crash and burn
Her
empire of dirt
No
currency she knows but greed and hate
Cashless
in every formation
Her
dimension of time and ethics warped
Her
overdose in self obsession and importance
Current
affairs turn on her once the truth got out
Her
fame turns to infamy
Running
out of aliases, fronts and pty ltd's
A
pretend star from beginning to end
The
creator of time to be her final judge
Burn
baby burn
THE
END
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