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NHS staff have been warned to expect

storm weather and floods. Tsunamis

of alcohol related hepatitis will burst

through the automatic doors in A&E.

They have been told to be underprepared

like the police for the fallout of Friday night

violence in city centres. Blood will come

like a flood. A riot of scalpels and syringes

held to the throat — Give us your money,

you bastards, or we'll burn you. The Fire Brigade

are on strike. 999 is a disconnected number

and nobody gives a shit if you die.

In Westminster MPs stand on the roof

catching fivers in nets. The bonfire of services

turns ash into cash and the unscorched snatch it.

A PRIVATE WARNING

for JO

You can't come down this road, it's private.

If you come down this road you'll be arrested.

Not arrested by the police. This is private

business. It is dealt with by somebody else.

No, you can't contact them. Their details are private.

They are to be kept on file. You will hear

from them soon when they get your file which is not private.

Your details must be shared. You have trespassed.

Ignorance does not excuse your transgression. Private

parties have a right to know of your sin,

have a right to know you have entered on private

property without permission. You will be sent

to a private correction facility where your private

parts will be exposed and mocked.

There is no right of appeal. This is private

business. Private business. Private business.