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A hopeless March
Misery again Sinking, like I went walking through the Lincolnshire Fen A sheer fence is weak defence against enemy offensives Constantly on the defensive Waiting for something to let slip I tighten the slip into a noose Buds to nip, the final snooze My head heavy as a mounted moose Continuing tantamount to self abuse…
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Perilous to visit my property
Thin ice this end of the rink, get out blue skins and something stinky Kaczynski how predictions of the world’s possible future convinced me Living out in the trees, outside of Eden in my own Eden more pleasing Every sound I hear is an heathen or policeman, my cell would have no keys I’m not…
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skinnybut
Might be skinny, billygoat, but I’m gruff; skin you in a minute Roast you skillet with skilled ink pillaging, skillage in the village Man-eating killer, fanless crowdfiller King rí of the feared filí Half of yours filler, sign the bill Winner Cut you in half, chicken fillet This tune goes hard, I can feel it…
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Stonedoak
So skinny Oxfam sending goats I’m plotting pot planting ploys planning whole planet my hand Pope of plants, John of Growths Betray all oaths, portrayed fur coated Floor length portraits, palm fronds and fountains House like a mirage, melange of clashing styles brought To beauty in contrasting motley, palimpsest I wrought Clod ferried over from…
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fasttime
I spend quick like time enjoyed Balling now, I was unemployed And enjoying life a lot more Now each day is a day of endurance A legendary battle, second Moytura. Mend a brick, whisking wrist spinning thickening up the admix My mixture a fixture of a fiend’s die I’m on a steady diet of champagne…
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