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Whips and chains
The English vice Repressed outside The rest inside Breath suppressed during the ride Breasts compressed, loving a hiding Hand like a shovel Left her heiney shiny This one, she loves flogging Downing flies like frogger Downy fluff when I pull down joggers.
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Lights out
No more blinking bulbs Dying vape, last pull No more drinking suds No more shrinking buds No more linking birds in clubs Acid dissolving onto tongues Because that solves nothing Neither does nose stuffing Nostrils full like chicken dumplings Chicks can dump me and I feel nothing Living lightless like I’ve got mumps Am I…
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Kneepads for the hangout
On her knees Like she’s doing penance Stacking up bread Like I’m delivering today’s Brennan’s I got a fleet of boats Like St Brendan’s Please give me your vote I’m the devil’s independent Pen holding drug dependent.
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A Harlot’s Progress – I
In a dirty spot full of spotty fluid swappers, a whoredom Lewd cathouse slappers with bare bottoms And coughlike laughs enjoy some boredom while they’ve got it Cavorting, erection-sporting Lord Wharton OG Hellfire Club’s warden and first foreman Black masses, flaming cats their performance Ire’s target, from moral reformers Eventually raiders came knocking on such…
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Handpalm maps
Nothing true on the news, on my knees in the pews Nodding along to a holy haiku Hiking to a high place for an unlike view, meeting a Guru Serpents and lizards, hunting the Buru Animals the last few Handling back the lash which chewed the Nazarene’s back A king higher than Irish viking-killer Brian…
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