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Splurge
Since last posting in April 2025 I’ve captured thousands of poems, varying, as do we all, in length, quality and tone. If physical tokens represented each poem, I wager that upon my death it would take a determined grieving family ten or more full car trips to the local charity shop before the lot was…
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Won’t stand you up and Delivery
Blasting tunes, driving miles Honour due, my platoon on trial for war crimes They’re trying to take my captain’s stripes Hidden snakes and drone strikes Hits I take, not Lucky Strikes I’m uptown, but no funk like Lasting a while, they do tend to cycle But it’s starting to feel like a spiral I don’t…
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B READY BREAD BRENNANS
Body fresh as a Brennan’s loaf Burnt off my prints ages ago And I wore a pair of driving gloves I’ve killed them in droves Shoved them into holes Some full fleshed, others ash But mostly bones Only I know where they’re stowed Ask me nicely I’ll let you know Take a left off any…
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Texts about hash
Sif suddenly bald so I make a dwarf a hairgiver Bad temper, hairtrigger Big enough order, yeah I’ll deliver there Red hot, leave the spot with tunes blaring because I don’t care Roof down so I can feel the air move my hair Packs in the back and boot where I keep my spare Risk…
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Only God
My drugs come upriver like a vole Strong spliff burns my throat Cold at the spot so I tighten the throw Fasten it at the throat like a superhero’s cloak Counting out today’s souls, half it stolen Talk about life goals, gold I’ve loads so what I hold is kept loaded Lucre makes a man…
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