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Reading Kipling poems to strippers
Get ketamine in across the bay, Mandalay Man can delay but there’s no escape She’s in tight white pants like Ripley I’m done quickly but paid fifty for sixty So now I’m reading Kipling to a stripper Nippers napping in my kitchen Licked her earlier, kipper taste on my lips Looks like someone missed the…
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Land of Frost
More snow, ice and nose blowing Than what Franklin Expedition were exposed to I don’t queue, better expedite or I’ll provoke feuds My only sight, viewfinder, through an evil eye Stand up guys still get pens through eyes In the pen I’ll die, what’s pent up I exorcise In the yard doing exercise, avoid the…
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Dumping a load
I keep my hip flask filled ever since my glass slipper task failed I keep my output filthy like glass ashtrays in the 1950s When everyone died at fifty yellow livered and tipsy Selling gas, selling grass, so I take trains all over the place That’s my trade, get high grade to the right place…
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The new bread
No more bakers, no more millers No more worship observed diligent The indecent and indigent full of fiery spirit Prayers, unto choruses of snorting and derision No more good news, no more holy missions From everburning forges acrid emissions The act of breeding now requires permissions Broken hearted, He of the fishes All love owed…
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Bound to the bloodring
Once-wonderful garden now blighted and untended Final moments of a Creation sworn never to end The lure of that red button: restart Smokelike clouds of stinging things swim into vision A time of division, when strictures are rigid Holy places, high places and pillared temples pillaged Yearlong winters, frigid and gelid Crops on which survival…
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