Loads of Bulmers
Few Guinness
Polished off each in one minute
Few Dark and Stormies, Bulwer Lytton
Normie take too long with his story
Park him, spark him, robed myself in his pelt and glory
Don’t ever fucking bore me, I know Garda on Store Street
Who fucking adore me and can’t wait to not report me
Do not fucking record me or these flames will scorch thee
Don’t look at my face or my feet, don’t make me repeat anything
You’re weakening just as my strength is peaking
You’re only ekeing out your living, close to leaving
I’m eating lean steaks and getting head from a headbanger
Called Abbey Northanger, my fourth son met a coathanger
Dangling carrots to get myself invested, rubbed eyes sentry
Come dawn’s trials, come what May, come May
Setting my intentions today for the year ahead
Today I am a new me, I will be seen and heard
I will get all I deserve, I will have a rural house and floreate garden
Florid words and a heart less hard with a place to call my own
A place to carve out a living and call the past gone, new start
Clean slate for me and you, heart staked being away from you
Have to peel me away, skin stretched quick to adapt to leather
It’s chemical alchemical between us some energy lepping
We alone against the world, Cain divided in two, lepers
Pepper hot but off sometimes too, off kilter
It must be lunar or my lacking filter but it’s cold like an old bath
I wouldn’t submerge myself but toe dip as I walk past
Cast a coin in to make a wish, release a jimmyjoe I caught from my fist
Kiss it before I sent it to the stars, wishing wishing wishing for my part
To play to become clear as that day we spent walking around the lake
Circles, circuits, love in surfeit the doves were turtle drawing cirrhus circlets
Seriously let’s make this work and find the spark, let’s be fierce young turks
Working hard to make it happen, like it was way back when
Stop sitting on the fence, don’t be codependent but split the difference
Act keen, throw your lot in, spend the lot in one and get some keys
Live somewhere green not too far from the sea, not too far from home really
Let’s embrace the future, ditch the coldness and fakeness, this feels fateful
Let’s make the place into something saintly and sacred, let’s unleash creatively
Green it, free of weeds, a library fitting for Athena where I smoke weed and read
Feeling like I’m finally free of myself, falling masonry, shedding debris
Out of the reeds at last in the royal palace claiming my seat my decree
King of whatever I choose to be, the strength of a moon in Leo
Tempered by a rising Scorpio, and the Sun emergent in Virgo
That’s why I’m sex obsessed but mercurial, expressively delirious.
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