I received
a reality cheque
through the post once.
It was back-dated,
unsigned,
and obviously o Freudulent slip.
I framed it,
as it had hoped to frame me,
and it was convicted, sentenced,
hung on a wall,
until it no longer breathed
the truth.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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