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PLANNING PLOTS FOR CROPS ON MAPS
Electric whip that one’s charging Next level drip I’m overcharging Chagrin me and I’ll start charging Do not rely on my largesse to fill your charges Flintlocks discharging from Brittas to Marley Treated to the delightful sight of a retreating British Army I’ve got an army of darkness on the march On the city doors…
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GET THEM ON IT, MY PLAN HONEST
They sought E and chronic Easily gotten, got it so cough up I harvest my crop like a slave harvests cotton Sheets of microdots look like paper for blotting Scary rave tonight, black as the grave and as tight Thousands packed inside, queueing for my midnight pies Reaction for some is violent, I could afford…
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Don’t speak about where the seer puts her centipede
Force the dime to turn, time the fire in which we burn In the furnace of burning sand for eternity, a sentence well-earned Cavalry no match for my archers Calvary, crossbacked my last death marches Vinegar bitter when I’m parched You think you lot are getting a bargain You’ve been targeted by my department My…
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The Roman Virtue
Retiring the ancient laws tiresome to a tyrant If you can have Gaul, you can have it all Vaults and halls, curtain calls, purple all An end to paucity If I could only fix my grubby paws to it.
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In Bully’s Acre, still offerings of olives are left at the feet of the broken statues from Ancient Greece
The statues, busts, and freizes Zeus, Rhea and Athena Hidden like maidens behind screens changing, never again to take place At table’s head Disfavoured and yellowing now Stripped of their awesome power Removed then fashioned for exchange the gold that was their endowment Looking down upon us, then as now, denizens of menacing clouds Loud,…
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