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mileinmyshoes
How can you say everything is going to be OK You ain’t had the day I’ve had to deal with today You wouldn’t blame me feeling this way Miserable, chain smoking, getting molested by a Jansport bag On someone’s back on a congested train, each day is a chain Worn where a dickie bow is…
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Kind kin
Days repeating take a scenery change, changing scene Place was like a dream, with my brother in a Wicklow airbnb Seeking pretty scenes, dreamful sleep time passed peaceably Between blood’s twins an isolate peak, sheep fields, does in hedgerows Pheasants like clay pigeons before they’re shot Coming out hot, mind gone But what’s left still…
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Southside silent, sex ready
She asked my name and so I ran Man in Canterbury tracksuit bottoms and marron Dubarrys parroting Talking shite, born with a golden carrot in his food pipe Golden case to carry it golden chariot I was born malformed, carried in a bag 4 life until I was 4 From the kitchen where I was…
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Riding southside style
I used be ugly but it’s my swan summer and I’m getting results Like a sultry hooker taking an envelope from one in blue scrubs Itching wouldn’t stop, gets some ointment to rub in; it’ll ease off Ask the server for forty Marlboro golds, two folded scores, cheers bro Through the window the garage forecourt,…
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Held2account
For my crimes the bailiff would pillory me, confine me for all time With these kinds of crimes, there’s often no trial Arrival of a mob in the night Knife and pitchfork and sawing fire, bidding come forth For my cavorting with important demons For my reading of portents in tea leaves I must be…
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