How many whips I dream of
Like Richter Belmont memory repeating at hairline’s receding
Remembering Nintendo, intending to smoke a blem of endo
Before I get close to ready to make a poem, forests of trees Endor
In the bushes plotting the end of Empires, toy sales their sights
Revolutionary until the swill’s your favourite flavour, then it’s OK
Blind and praying, horse hoof sounds and smoke grenades
Masked police in black tac vests shooting dummy rounds
Hissing canisters rolling along the ground where victims are found
Fractuitous clashing of fear-divided masses, massive attack how the sun’s rising
Upheavel at the Son’s arrival, obvious to the heedful, needful to Jesus
Pig like a viking spiking kids with his truncheon, antipodes I roll Dark Souls down unda
Like a trip upward through Africa my fist south to north, white and it blackens
Him, I burn every field as I voluntarily retreat, blasted heath ashen bracken
Even thatch, melted glass like a marble’s orgasm, and wagons
Meat wagons awaiting patients, no patience in the drowning
Wish I was far from madding crowd, bricks like flat bats flying, rattling against shields
A fierce and fearless battle against the peelers, all the pikeys spicers and drugdealers
Firing repeaters at the vans of RTÉ news reporters, violence response to correspondents
Rolling a flaming wheelie bin at a line of cops, costing the state a lot
Threw back the gas grenade they shot, go long
Burning like an heresiarch’s Quran, dragon energy coursing through the planet
Bandit how I sleep two nights in the cabinet learning your habits, hope diamond grab it
Bag it swag sag expanding, clashing against my knees, thirty three masonic degrees
Slab of satin pouring out gleaming scree, diamantine drive mad the greedy
Aggression-breeding glass beads, free but for the price we afford them, sheening shiny magpie
Delighting, frontline how I lead a charge down O’Connell Street, sometimes defeat
Outbeats Hamlet’s inaction, swift feet beating the cobbles, sweeping assault, wobbled
By hits from truncheons, blitz attacks, sharp eye-taking flints scattering, rocks skulls alike shattering
Bad aspects of Saturn, finding maddening patterns I am the last living lovecraft protagonist
Accused of insanity you get confined to my cube and therein abusive madness
I am Lucifer in Latin and what I learnt I learnt from the megatherion
Not dead, just sleeping, in his dark city beneath the seas, seizes me in my fever dreams
Reaching out to me alone, glimpses of a throne honed to my hón, I must go alone
I must give up the goat and start to grow, you’ll get nowhere huffing that much smoke
I suppose what I say I know, I knew it for ages, since fadó fadó, horrifido
How my dog is made of bones since going vegan, Cujo dislikes his tofu
Toranaga or Oda Nobunaga, neither will pursue Lü Bu if they’ve any clue what he can do
Dervish turning riding sand worms holding my lance in the tourney, jousting clowns
Skewered through the mouth like an easy bream or trout, reeled in like the years
So much dough in the boot book two seats, can’t squeeze you in
Can’t see you window tint down a sliver to allow a glimpse, me in scarlet and silver
Getting pills delivered inside VHS tape cases, Hank Hill rigid when talking on cases
No word escapes, my face a helmet no visor or grate, eighth henry great
In his day, before he hurt his brain, he was a composer and defender of faith
Departed papal ways when his faithful wife failed to convey an heir male
Air mail how I fly with packages, last of the sky pirates, pilot something extra
Vietnam veteran and porn film director turned ejector seat seat edger, adrenaline
Adventure, he comes from Texas where everything’s bigger including breasts
Fire shoes playing football, ball was hot black beast post fight speech, ko streak 2017
Knock out king across his chest, vest size king kong, bet he’s got a horse cock
Bryan Callen type of observation, Shane Carwin stole most of Schaub’s brain, intervention
On a podcast, Callen saying if they’re underage could they purposely fail to mention it
Everything demented, more dimensions than a Marvel venture
Inventing a new type of denture, fake jewels for fool rappers, wanna invest?
Tell them the diamonds are tested, say nice words to keep interested
Get them gassed and affix faux-opals to teeth, tricks; pried from a claire’s accessories choker
Tongue piercings available in george’s arcade if you wanna take your life into your hands today
Dipping your head in ketchup before I et it, Chris Barnes’ Shredded Humans
Batwings of evil squeezing needled shoulders fiend-scaled, ever-dreaming, brain-needing
Shocking open smoking of crops, lop-eared dogs slobbering like sleeping Cerberus at the cops
Plenty of potential in my plenipotentiaries, my acolytes variably skilled invariably wish to kill me
Student vs teacher, main event feature, sit your ass down and up those feet like a steeple, PPV
Loud as the news when Maddie wasn’t around when her soused parents got back to the house
Dyed top openly dealing all night shop, with the demimonde in the world beyond
Invite him around, show him around, shove him aground, estate agent of Satan
State of your agent he couldn’t get you a show if he’s offering to pay, strange way
To fail at the gate, no amount of praying stops the spraying when the flood comes.
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