THE DAY THE CENSORS CAME

It was a typically British August
Days filled with boredom and rain.
Nothing much was happening
On the day the censors came.

Under a no smoking poster I wanted a cigarette
Thinking of thoughtcrime and shame
I didn’t have a light on me
On the day the censors came.

The struggle against forgetting
Like a gnawing rat in the brain
I wanted to drown out the sound of the doorbell
On the day the censors came

It was a day for laughter and pretending
Things always stay the same
A day for drunken theatrics
The day that the censors came.

ALEX TALBOT AUGUST 2008

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