Month: Nov 2024
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CHORAL
Spikier than a bramble patch You disturb my Ambien-led ambling Or damaging gambling sessions on GG or competitors, get dispatched Get this bag, that’s the only way I access this passion Crusty better stay away from my weed patch on his mushroom rambles Or I’ll get the Rambo knife from the pad and ram it…
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WANTON
Unlikely those who sign on dotted lines to fight me do so lightly I want cream, not clotted kinds, want filthy lucre and fifty wives I want dragonfire back in my belly as in my windblown prime I want to feel alive from now until the end of my time At fallen Hideoaschimos’ snow-shouldered mountain…
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Cold Warning
Hitting more keys than your local vocal choir I’m getting more P from dope than the blokes off the Wire Almost choke when the yoke on the box mentions my name I’m in the Fox, tell Conchobar turn it up, shush an utterer Quit your babbling, my brow furrows because Dublin news is troubling Either…
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Chorister
More off key than Ave Maria Performed by a newly-formed Choir uninspired and pitchy without their preachy leader Pastor Richie.
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Secret-revealing storm
Unflagging, unflappable, clinker-dragging wind In battering ram flurries self-expending. Expedient rending, thatches tore, slates fell, Holes developed in well-worn awnings, despite myriad warnings. Defrocking, menhir-knocking tempest. Restless tents sway in windwhip like widdershins ships parading, Walls expanding wing-akin, lifted skin reveals naked sin. Rigid stays torn away. At gale’s boastful most, nearest Boreas’ throat A…
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