Tag: creative writing
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Lord of Riders
Who is a horse master Who would be our Rohan The Irish Gael or the Berber Zenata Performing tricks, Spinning Lando Vannata kicks On horseback The Commanche who came after screaming from the stone age to the frontier Spearpoint at the front of history Baptism at the font of misery.
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Going Bricker?
I’m shouting over Brickfield Park session tonight, boys Gonna be lethal Here, youngfla’, can I ask Is Bricker on your visit list He says yes beaming with fizzy lips It’s like an orgasm for tongue tips 1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2 like a tap drips Taps off, gents, and let rips Ripping and burning cities like…
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RIGHT, YOUNGFLA. TOWNTNI?
Out of ethanol Not one drop from the bottle Held upside down Shelves have fuck all Spent my morning drinking petrol full throttle. What time is love? Reads the train times at transcentral My dental plan is transcendental My hygienist sucks out plaqued mental faculties Here, there, on Grafton Street, on a black sand beach…
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HATEMYBIRD
I’m in a beer garden ranting at blokes I feel the feeling climbing me With dutch courage to bolster my confidence I am hardened My mother’s boy is a bard, kinship Mary Arden End of my rope, lads, end of my rope Slug of pint, worm of missed lip drink – ends on that smoke?…
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Mind the Parish
Come around Kilmacud Couldn’t call it hood Still come around and buy me shrubs Rent is high assures no shlubs Three artisanal bakeries, only two pubs Come shape throwing around Balally Hope you don’t cross paths with Daddy.
Alchemisland 