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ABUSIVECOMMUTER
Goons clowning on the Luas Crowded trams I’ll sit the roof Try look aloof with someone’s hoof in your gob Find your little book’s calm, day on the job Not dirty, does someone even have to do it? Wife whatsapps me about house viewings, tell her sure thing but I’ve plenty be-doings Begorrah and begob…
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I Hate Town
Moons glowering at all of us Spire towering, abhorring us Jutting up like a vast syringe Totem black tar heroin binge Barney’s Laneway don’t go back there Rusty knife boys selling crack there Go another way to go into the Sackville for your nightly Satzenbrau Can’t use names because town is tiny but someone’s husband’s…
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Champ Tokes Off A Janky Turbot (Woodford 09)
When I light piffs that’s my beacon lit And Rohan shall answer Ask and get answer Take a chance, be a chancer You take every lump You take a champ toke off my blaster like Greedo who shot after If I had a gat, thank god I don’t, I’d be your master; hear it popping…
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Eden Mate
We are each others’ special places Wearing for each other special faces When you need it give you space When you feed it fill your spaces No fire burns without sustainment No battle won with bloodless raiment Yet rainbows are, rain hitting the car Like blood hitting floor one guy one jar Can’t keep us…
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