Risk pangs

Dardanelles at our back, waves whip the flank

Gargamels in our ranks, eat a Smurf for a snack

Blue tongue outhung, like we just ate slices of sky

Risk it for a biscuit, bigger slice of the pie

Like we just won Trivial Pursuit at games night.

Fat packs flattened down into patties

Flak grazing wings as we dive into action

Avoiding obvious patterns during battle

I’m like Patton, slap a coward that’s bullet rattled

No backward steps, no men in shackles

No prisoners taken, progress what matters

I’ve taken so much speed I’m like a Mad Hatter

Come in talking shit, who knows what’ll happen

Open a bottle, only happy when I’ve a house of daub and wattle

Bean rows nine, binding rings nine

Evening’s fine so we’ll eat outside

Blowing smoke rings until the phone rings

Stopped drinking, stopping smoking, no more numbing things

Must be jinxed, past life spent irking witches

Pubes in my throat like we used a merkin cleaning dishes

Merk him per my wishes, dessert dishes full of whipped jelly

They’re all jelly of my whip, they’re all jelly of my all night deli

Roll up roll up, peruse all I’m selling

Buy something, more stock in the cellar

Stuck in the cellar if you’re telling, Fritzl bunker

I’m shining like tinsel despite exam flunking

Stopping smoking to save my lungs

Stopped being drunken, more time under the sun

Where nothing is new and everything’s been done.

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