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Monday, 9 July 2012
The Ministry for Immobility
I went for a job the other day.
To suit a pensioner, they said:
part-time, not rocket science, poorly paid -
you know the kind of thing!
The Ministry for Immobility,
the chasing branch, newly formed,
in need of legs, the idea being
when any section is in danger -
a department threaten movement, say -
the chasing branch will be there
tout de bloody suite
to nip incipient motion in the bud.