Category: Filí my pockets
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Only down ladder
From oasthouse to mouldy grow From upmarket fashion shows To dirty holes and fortycoats Fighting crows for scraps in sad cul de sacs Pumas flattening a fat, hairy pat of dog crap Spartans scrapping outside Pearse Street flats Hawking no Stephen portly green bags for greenbacks, pree that But leave the frequency if you’ve got…
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Homeless customers
Selling to my tramps, vamp cavorting with nomad sorts Sleeping damp on cardboard during October storms Four tents makes a camp Four tenths daily makes a habit, I’m happy to supply patronage Banned, for past malpractice outdoors like Blot endorses Languishing sandwiched Inside rubbish bags Snagged new shoes Still got the tag Still want the swag…
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Fucking and drugging
Armpits hairy Black La Brea tar pits Hardly a problem, does no harm Pussy colour glazed ham I’m at it like I’m making bacon sandwiches Alarms going off like I walked out With the tags still on In the Jag it won’t take long Stay back to smoke a fag, long drags I’m with the…
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Scoring at the afters
I tap a Benson’s wilting ash proboscis into an empty We’re at it two rabbits rabid, even though I’m a savage She’s fit as jiu jitsu players before Abu Dhabi Ass looking slappy in a tight black tracky Interested solely in my dabbing bags, spiced baccy Spiced rum bottle on the tressle Label black kraken…
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Cold front out front
No excuse being an artist Self-awareness absolves you nothing How someone so handsome could be so ugly I must be the worst cunt in all Dublin The way you go on, I never go clubbing Bouncers tell me it’s not on, jog on What’s not on, set upon like rabid dogs if I’m put upon…
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