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What’s Good For The Goose
As far as good things for Ireland Having the electric Second to black death Where we live in our land Far from midtown, this mad town. He came as the Conciliator He came as the Lamb He will come as the Instater He will come as Calm Wondering what’s good for Goose I ain’t see…
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Deep Buried Dark Hearted
Plucking a dulcimer the scale-breasted Sultry succubus sullen in a sunken Place singing dirges for lost ages Her lost race under the wrong sun Live long lives, long doom’s thrum.
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Chasing (I had tax)
My whole life spent chasing tail I’m like a hunting hound When I taste a fox I turn, don’t see Siegfried around. Laying trails in case I need to backtrack fast Back cast my windlass is west cast I sprint fast down town aves Dodge junkies mad on cans White vans black vans luas lines…
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Bits and Pieces
I want to tell you about some episodes from my life I’m a virgo think myself a gardener Wish myself a hard man, loyal except to partners I put the I in the triangle, my angle is humble I select your blindness I kill you with kindness Elude with humour your recovery devices I give…
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