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Cusp rider
What I’m about to do Blue as Marge’s do. Glued to my exhaust chute, Polluted on Grey Goose and Fanta Exotic on the rocks With creme de cacao chocolate chasers, I call the mix the Scrooge Shocker. Spot-marking X formed by pollution from passing planes, sky pale blue, Exhausted recluse walking Stillorgan to Syracuse in…
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Capital C
Search and seizure Could have been But being Caesar’s easier, Elysian fields caught Dutch Elm disease, incidentally that’s where I get my weed.
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Stay within trumpet hearing range
Abaddon’s blessings on me, almost straight away Sickly and dangerous the work of a mage The outcome’s never the same, scattershot spray Use-stressed pews yew hewn fed His blaze, chanting His name An odalisque on a table gyrating Rotating before a whore-stained obelisk A pile of cocaine for training to dependence What semblance of prodigies…
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Div-eyed and Conker
Unloading the full unholy capacity, One final sign tap, for anyone asking: No talking to the driver while the vehicle is in action. Terrifying sleepstealing cries, wolfrhapsodies, Viking raptures. Anpiels writhing at the fiery revelation from the unveiled cyphers. A trough holding a thousand pairs of melted eyes. Climbing fires like hellish ivy Wreathing high…
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Fire inside, am I dying
Throwing flame Despite the fact my throat’s inflamed Fire blazed, ash tray blamed Wasn’t extinguished all the way All those things I wished away Smoking swisher sticks used swish away All the problems mounded on my plate Now I’ve got no space, no place to stay No station, no playstation, no queen bed frame No…
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