A Bird Called Neoliberalism

There’s a strange old bird on scorched southern ground, called Neoliberalism – a native by name, forged in backrooms and woken by profit’s strange call, its feathers stitched from bargains…

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The Fool’s Reign

In ancient halls where crowns held sway, The jester danced with bells a-chime, A fool by name, yet wise in play, Whispering truths through mimicry's rhyme. To monarchs blind in…

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