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Strange midnight knocking on the door of the sealed vault where, on my instruction, the physical tokens of my old self were interned.
Gospel according to Matthew High than Macchu Peeked you putting on the latch Chewing the fat while we’re on the lash Talking all kinds of bad but he doesn’t know I’m recording the chat too Tax free, no barcodes Sans VAT what I’ve got bagged in my tagless van Me and Garvey smoking bifts, hating…
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Say it don’t
You mentioned my name like you were about to address me But I wasn’t around; that fills me with dread and stresses me I am a proud man, upright and guided by the family crest So any attack to my dignity naturally imposes duress All ease freezes and I am restless until given redress I…
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I have a pair of cybernetic legs and all they’re used is going to and from the bookies and off-license.
One minute we were having cans Stood up, took a piss longer than the River Shannon and When I got back the Garda were bashing down the door, enter Pan. Through the trap like a God-favoured rabbit, and out the back, panting Felt something coming, my blood was up spent all day antsy Stitch in…
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An encounter with ill manners
How quick it all changes The world turns, the worm turns A single word and the whole pail’s curdled Human kindness clags to quasi cheese You wheezing disease of a being You can be counted upon only to offend You give temper many pleasant, jury-agreeing reasons You rile me as none have done recently since…
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I’m glad it was the last time we’ll ever see you.
One adventure ends, entropic tendencies But another sleeps and when it wakes Will beckon You have one more neck than the last time I saw you, too much bacon That’s one more neck to wind in, and a belly that needs taking in You work your seams like a fiend slave master does his field…
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