Tag: art
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Fingercurling Beckoner
Do me wrong and you’ll feel the cold, not just shoulder Like a German soldier without a coat, Operation Barbarossa Invite sent, thought your event would be supercalifragilisticexpialidocious But I left early because it was atrocious, told my mates I had to go Went back home and hit a dab, burnt my hash flank black…
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Marengo from Marino
Sculpted like from alabaster Great, just like Alexander I go through it faster than the charge of the station master When Japanese bullet trains pass through More rapid than Glasgow’s fastest stallion goes Blood’s doped with EPO Head fucking huge from human growth Hormone; that horse is yolked Asked what’s the secret Winked, “Homegrown” Others…
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Octopus mother dies as her eggs hatch
Encased in layers because the wind’s flaying, chill sends to grave Keep an airtight case because I’m buying resin today Bloke’s unpleasant, bad specimen, but his weed’s incredible He’s going for this hour’s third wee, is that credible? We’re taking keys and sizing up enemies like they’re edible Setting precedent as Stillorgan’s last evil resident…
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A BIT FOR THE FESTIVAL
Out in Clondalkin crainn-stalking Pocketful of crown-tired dead presidents When we see someone with blend making generous measurements We say “now you’re talking” We respond accordingly, Charlie Chalk-ing pool cue often Swag half-dancing That’s just my stroll to the shop for fags and cans, Walken Walk in like I’m eminent, reticence from residents, whispers, talking…
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3V1L
Seeing men about their dogs Doge, doyen, demigod Panting, like I just did a jog Phantom, which one of them haunts me Night gaunts assault me Your goons get told saunter I appeal to base needs My level is very street When I walk in, their throats gain frogs When I stalk nights, the moor…
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