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Just a Little More to the Left. Winner in Say It Again Challenge. Top Story - July 2026.
Oh, your picture drives me nuts! Lovely gift, lovely gist, lovely grit Can you help adjust and hang it? Push it hard, rock it hard, stir it hard. No! Just a little more to the left... There! You got it... Stop! Fuck! Too much! Let's go again! Yes, we 're here together. Yes. Look around, look alive, look alike I'll get off my phone, I promise. Few more clicks, few more pricks, few more ticks Oh, the portrayed you is better. 'Cause it's mine, you're not mine, this is mine I can do with it whatever. You don't know, you won't know, you can't know Move for me and make it perfect , Go sit there, in the shade, lose the braid That's too much for composition, Turn around, smile a bit, step aside Just a little more to the left Give your all, give it all, give me all There's the bull! Can't you aim? Don't you see? Can it be? That's a miss for you I told you! Did you hear? Did you swear ? Just a little more to the left And you'd had it. Had it all. Had it all. Had it all. Public public public and public transport, forums, schools, health Now you pay for them good money That's the dream : it starts with us ! And the sick, the poor, the homeless They don't vote, so they can't play Some must sit upon our wallets For the dream and for the land Oh how different would this world be So much free r, and so brave ! If we scoffed those fancy armchairs Just a little more to the left Like their hearts, our hearts, their nature In the middle, beating fast But its tip, its peak, its summit, You won't find it, It's NOT there Are you looking? Move your hand then Just a little more to the left Those who left don't get leftovers Those who left in times of war Those who left don't get called people By the ones who voted right Persevering in their efforts To correctly stuff their mouths And those left, once we're all dead then? What about their solemn rights? We have looted, we have stolen from their future to our comfort from their planet to our plate Stuff your face with fancy fortunes Leave them nothing! Leave them shite! Once it's over and you're dying, you'll be cold alone and old Happy wondering what happened! Why's there nothing left to give? Could we maybe look for balance, less perfection, less possession And make sure that when we're dying In between our perfect pictures, perfect selfies, perfect lies We could maybe scrounge together Just a little more to the left
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