Alchemisland

Virtuous

I am a man of little virtue On a grain of rice fit all I knew Wearing ignorance like a well-fitted shoe Thought Waterloo was something you abluted into Humble office, not a mosque, ye needn’t remove shoes Turns out it was an important battle, to me that’s new I was perhaps dropped often, my…

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6th Jun 2024

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Dads on the Internet

Installing some free toolbars I suspect my two million in gold bars Will soon be arriving from Zanzibar The viagra will arrive by courier car The wallet inspector isn’t far behind What is your security code? What was the name of your first pet? Babe, you heard about the latest thing Click to invest invest…

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5th Jun 2024

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Straightener with James Joyce

He gave me no choice I’m having a straightener with James Joyce He wrote Ulysses but he’s useless in the ring Bad knees, a breeze has him dancing reels Ineluctable modality of the visible is tested when I get physical, shots I drilled send him spilling over a table Half the man Leopold Bloom is,…

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5th Jun 2024

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Paris Scrapping

In Paris it’s hot today On the cans all day Say sorry what mate What did you say? Push you away Yeah, get your mate Take my place Shield my face Shout GET THEM HEMINGWAY Set him straight Know for whom the bell tolls Hit him a belt, skyward ten toes He went down axed…

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5th Jun 2024

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Barfight Bardfight

In a dingy bar A Spaniard plays guitar Songs a scorpion would enjoy Light here is bad Windows barred No thoughts, just noise One more frosty, no choice. In the loud crowd a mind among them, mind mine the mindingplace of my me, quiet as Clonmacnoise Before brinebopping Viking boys quintupled their need for graves…

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5th Jun 2024

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