I’ve made it
They took it away
I’ve seen it
They called me gay.
I have it
It’s all a mirage
I will win this time
UKIP elected Nigel Farage.
We’ll get there
My window’s still open
We’ve made it
They’re calling me token
We’ve got it all
That was their plan
We’re being seen
Freedom of Information land.
He’s elected
They took his hits
He’s been invected
They say he’s imbecile
He’s a Light Worker
They’re taking L.S.D.
He’s a visionary
They’re saying something about me.
She’s in imagination
That’s not the state of the nation
She’s internal energy station
That’s not Krishna Consciousness evacuation
She’s Prakrti and extra special libations
They have given that up for me
It’s time to see what is in this holy city.
AI Summary
The poem moves through identity under scrutiny — being seen, misread, labelled, and reclaimed. Politics, spirituality, and imagination collide, showing how public narratives distort private truth. Figures like Farage, Light Workers, and Krishna Consciousness become symbols of confusion, projection, and longing. In the end, the speaker reaches toward inner vision — a holy city within, beyond labels, noise, and cultural misunderstanding.
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