Tag: creative writing
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Hills we die on, hail to the freedom fighters
Floozy is our floating rock, thigh-shower Cold shower, grower not a shower Groves of bee-loud clover and smothering vanilla-headed heather Sacred hawthorne resplendent and thorned, adorned with whitefeather petals Every verdant blend abounds, as if one wore lenses of augmented ferns to lend extra green to what’s beheld. Hills we die on, Ireland our zion…
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Flyer Tour of Hell
I have drunk sacred ox blood and fasted long to cleanse toxins Three days spent encoffined so that cough-inducing atmosphere at fox-red origin of all poxes and toxins does not instantly rob me of life I blessed my knife and prayed never to draw it Impressed brands to my naked chest, mark forever etched there…
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Before I shower
Before I shower, lather myself up Slather bubbles upon flesh marbled, a model a marvel Before I shower you with praise, flatter you red-faced I went in for lemon soap in Sweny’s but they’d only lime And it cost most of a pound that’s the crime of robbery be daylight, be delighted if I’d that…
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The Lads Up Der In Heaven
Rabelais and James Joyce in tatters, non-stop screaming laughing Two kin hyenas ginsoaked keen for fine feeding using divinely given gifts to write fart jokes Gassed over hatter-mad scholars trying to find meaning in their words. Joyce had a fine voice, could have been a singer People scanread Ulysses then screed Reddit reviews highlighting the…
Alchemisland 