Category: Filí my pockets
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Don’t speak about where the seer puts her centipede
Force the dime to turn, time the fire in which we burn In the furnace of burning sand for eternity, a sentence well-earned Cavalry no match for my archers Calvary, crossbacked my last death marches Vinegar bitter when I’m parched You think you lot are getting a bargain You’ve been targeted by my department My…
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The Roman Virtue
Retiring the ancient laws tiresome to a tyrant If you can have Gaul, you can have it all Vaults and halls, curtain calls, purple all An end to paucity If I could only fix my grubby paws to it.
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In Bully’s Acre, still offerings of olives are left at the feet of the broken statues from Ancient Greece
The statues, busts, and freizes Zeus, Rhea and Athena Hidden like maidens behind screens changing, never again to take place At table’s head Disfavoured and yellowing now Stripped of their awesome power Removed then fashioned for exchange the gold that was their endowment Looking down upon us, then as now, denizens of menacing clouds Loud,…
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Arx tarpeia Capitoli proxima
Went from sticking to margins to brazen open marches Through ancient triumphal arches, caged in marble Trajan’s heart As prelate, I shall commission incredible works of truthless art I intend to make harmfully rich the Eternal City’s every starving artist One by one, the slow-gathered darknesses are harnessed Virgo ascendant in the stars, ‘longside Mars…
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Eager beaver shopper
Whole outfit from the 80s railing Don’t scrimp just to make a saving Don’t like how this is shaping But more shapely sure Since she ate that tapeworm Her tape deck ate my best work For dessert She looks like she does all her shopping in Eager Beaver.
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