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    Our fifth recording for 
    Vladimir Vpdodo's Shorty Music series, the theme this time being 
    The Bottom Line. As usual, there's no concrete definition, it's rather 
    down to the interpretation of each participating artist. After the year 
    we've all just been through, tongue came out of cheek, our 
    bottom line was that we didn't feel like being that funny this 
    time around; no light-hearted remixes of "Curiositas" classics, no 
    deliberate comic misunderstandings, we wanted to genuinely reflect on the 
    year that was. The 90 second limit does help provide focus; if you have 
    something to say, you need to say it fairly fast, so we figured the format 
    could actually lend itself quite well to poetry. But we couldn't just sit 
    down in front of a mic and read out a poem, how dull would that be? If I'm 
    honest, I'm not a fan of poetry, even though I write the odd bit. But we're 
    Magic Bullet anyway, not like anything coming from us is going to be normal, 
    is it? We like tampering with stuff; you know, like those voice generators 
    you can find online. Skit likes making them say things like "oh no, I've sat 
    on a sausage", but I thought they'd also be perfect for delivering the "2020 
    Vision" poem. I don't mind a bit of wry humour in an ode to a year that's 
    brought us death and depression, but jokes about being impaled on a British 
    breakfast staple were probably a step too far. From The Year Of  
    International Plant Health it was supposed to be, to that Hairy 
    Bittercress getting voted out of The White House in November, 2020 is 
    one year we're unlikely to forget in a hurry... | 
    
    The International Year Of Plant Health, so intended to beBut its place in history will be lost to disease
 One and a half million it killed through the year
 As it ravaged our planet (*except North Korea)
 We lost Bond and Vader, without whom we're poorer
 But nobody's heard from Derek Acorah
 It cost our economy so many a trillion
 But the CEO of Amazon is still worth 200 billion
 There were bushfires and floods, an apocalyptic vision
 No Olympics, no football, and no Eurovision!
 
    
    But we still stood divided, however bereavedWe bickered on Brexit, George Floyd couldn't breathe
 
    
    Bojo fled Europe with unsettling hasteOur British P.M., hands, face, waste of space
 Trump couldn't quite say that black lives DO matter
 Heaped praise on far right, served up on a platter
 Whilst Covid it drove his nation to woe
 Trump, he cut funding to the W.H.O.
 And they couldn't impeach him, in spite of all ill
 And he's far from alone, there's that twat in Brazil
 A leadership letdown, that beggars all belief
 And a leap year to boot, one day's extra grief
 But it's not all bad news, please don't think me a grump
 When the bottom line comes, we got rid of Trump
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