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Imaginary King
I’m wearing Berghaus Shouting, hanging out the downed window Doing car park burnouts House in the undead burg Another two hundred years in purgatory Per my dark deal’s terms They have technology But I have the next knowledge Borrowing from tomorrow First time try the right porridge Sucking my cock like an orange lozenge So…
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Kitchen light turning on slowly
In winter the lights take ages coming on Going to bed, layers take ages coming off Ages since I’ve been outside Do finally, looking Lugosi Wouldn’t have looked my way back in the day Now she’s acting like she knows me Has a big back and plenty practice Dreams of being an actress But really…
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Liaison
First we drive to Foxrock Collect Poppers Tell the cabbie step on it Back to Coppers Lots of pompous types I’d have stuffed in lockers Between PE and lunchtime Special project is getting wrecked Once we set sail I’m happy On the deck in my captain’s hat Drinking old fashioneds Lashing lashes out of it…
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S P E N T
Excuse me but I’m parched May I have ends on your can To get me back out on the march I’m in the dead marshes How much I’m skagged for ring When I arrive, having departed Call that return of the king Scratch my back, I yours I consider scratchcards investments And I’m seeing big…
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Italian Ghosts
After the battle The Italian doctors Rubbed pasta and pesto poultices Into the wounded soldiers It smelled like a roast Years afterwards, they’re heard as yearning ghosts Or pot-throwing poltergeists.
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