I get a grim kind joy from how bad
the Olympics are going for us, I who
once cherished and hoped for success
in decades gone by - and after a brief
attempt to recover my long lost jingoism,
I think why feel remorse for that grim
joy, no reason to avoid that feeling, when
a reporter points out the predatory shape
of a minister among the audience,
ready to pounce at the least sign
of success to share the limelight.
01.-03.08.2024
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