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Welcome back, you fat cunt
Cheeky chat don’t pay your way Certain rules you can’t disobey I’m sure you’ll say I’ve misportrayed The circumstances of this sore betrayal Classic tale: two rutting males Single guys in their 40s just get a certain way Stuck in their routines, too late to be saved Everything must be this or that way, nothing…
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He’s here!
I know a fat cunt is coming this Christmas It’s not Santa even though I wish it I don’t like to break the law but to see your craw shutted life-wise, I’d risk it Sometimes you have to snatch and grab to claim the biscuit Pinching away, small bruises Nothing severe, you disgusting four-eyed crab…
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TO LET: LOTSA KET
What I’ve got they’ve got one eighth House where they’re living like one miserable sliver of my kitchen Considerable mink slippers, gold dust sprinkled onto my kippers: different. Way I’m living makes unpaids livid Like I’m about to say “Let them eat cake.” Debateable whether the speech delivered was OKt They didn’t seem too grateful…
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Still wet-from-flushing poems by a necrophiliac rat licker, found floating where our effluent enters the sea.
When I write the routine’s sacred, must be naked save For my chimp mask Convinced that if I stick to that I’ll make it some day, alas So far it hasn’t happened The drugs enter me like the tip of a lance into the soft armpit flesh of a knight errant Only after being scourged…
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The end of a friendship
Nothing lasts. Oh, we’ve had our blasts like old cannons Rusted now, recycled into bravery medals Nothing is fixed, only stone sticks and even that is licked by wind to wind Unglued the affixed things plunge into occluding gloom Here in the quiet room which should be loud, we planned it loud But you were…
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