Julian Cope how you have fickle, pointless hope
Cold red can of Cope from the fridge of mass opium
Albumen of my eye streaked red
Joint longer than an Opeth album
To be capable of living, coping with what comes at you
Your cover your feelings, like baldness with a bandana over
You’re on the cope-acabana thinking it gets better after
I’m a jungle Chupacabra loose in the city streets, draining human goats
Predator 2 how concrete hosts conquerors, hanging open throats.
Shoulders Geodude hard with tension, hit shoulder buttons to wrench off hides
Citizen Kane sled first mentioned, the child’s slide
Slew ten bears
Goldilocks sniped
Third just right
Porridge Yelp rated, hot but sating, while bears hibernated
Worst of neighbours these fairy tale delvers
Slept in tents, called intense, dinosaurs produced by InGen
Red Dead Redemption I played only ten hours, nine of them cutscenes
It reminded me of every movie I’ve ever seen
My character talked and walked with animals and moved himself across the screen.
Alchemisland 
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