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Stagetaking
I walk to the stage to amazement Mexican waves, signs that say Mikey boy, hey! Can I sit on your face? So many tossed knickers I needed an oxygen tank Man is on that, bush whack, combat Snake get gotten by a wombat, splat.
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Baddabing
First sign of ill behaviour Standing up, flipping tables Sit him down, eyelids sabled Not talking now, mouth stapled Trying to stand, as if he’s able Talk to man, as if he’s Plato And not a do nothing laid low in a cave I’m Alexander the Great ungrateful at being made To placate himself before…
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FLAMEON
When I flame, burn flat the bush Poem on a page, footer my name Ask me is it fake, first Platypus Going on a rage, gutter my grave
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Aroving Asmoking Abush
A roving I’ll go but avoiding roads and no pair of brown eyes My black boots in the mud turn to brown brogues I’m drinking more than three of the Pogues White smoke from a spliff of white widow Like the bush elected a new pope.
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