Content warning:Poem, Choice
Bamboo
January 11, 2026
we’d be burning bridges
if they hadn’t iron skin
we’d be driving anywhere
they’d promise we could win
we’d have an avaricious lunch
before we went all in
dreaming at the wheel
while all of 'em still grin
put unto the question
to which the answer’s predetermined
while we’re burning all our bridges
cutting music, gutting tinned
our free station to remuneration
journalism’s gin
forcing silence on a generation
chucked into the bin
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