Tag: am writing
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Black47back
Potatoes blight-smothered Bright uniformed enforcers Turfing out sunken Mothers Brother killing brother Proddie oaths uttered Eating weeds stifling hunger Brits living it up Legs up at the Ritz Taigs taking the sip Of traitor’s soup Trains of troopers Trained for rural evictions Such scenes lately fixtures Long fissures, spuds dead in lazy beds Country is…
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whatitis
Nobody’s saying you have to be a dove But you could be better husband, lover You can be a bitter bastard, smothering More baggage than a dustbin, Monday night I roll it down the drive Waking up everyday, Pearl Jam’s opposite Oh fuck I’m still alive Jiver from Turkey, Yousef Dicek I’ll be there; the…
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doggo
Cloud nine rearview, sign reads eleven Cloud City full of imperial troops, wouldn’t be a smooth move With boxes full of groove rocks in the boot Noshing down on lines until I’ve got snot that’s white spotless Furthest elevation as my Adidas scrape the firmament Can’t tell if it’s been an hour or eighteen, might…
Alchemisland 