Lost: The sense of propriety and its partner decency,
last seen wearing, The Emperor’s new clothes,
or even ragged, dishevelled suit, tramp like holes,
smells a bit off, funny, peculiar…but with a coin
or hundred million quid
in disposable, untraceable notes, watermarked,
wrapped in an old argyle sock with a promissory
note tied around the big toe’s end.
Noticeable features: none, just delusions of grandeur
and bucket loads of self-importance.
If found please contact, England, the United States
of America, possibly France, maybe Germany, Austria,
Hungry or Turkey, or phone the Kremlin
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