Tag: dublin
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Crushed lamb
Living Lapvona Bull run in Pamplona in runners Sorry, mate, that’s a bummer I can bumrush I can run away faster than any security-afraid teenage skater Silk in my pockets like I robbed the best stock during the panty raid Raiding the pantry of a Goddess, trying to find the seeds for fame Trying to…
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Knock shrine
Channeling streams like a culvert Got the runs drinking Bulmers Rarely run, own loads of runners Invites rarely come, loads of cunts In Dublin proper Quiet courtesy the riot-leaking blockades which have stopped traffic The Spire looks like Its propping up the sky. If they could use the tip of that spike To get heroin…
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INterested
Liked it lots so I put a ring on it, hoop locked Monied like a soup prod Don’t watch the nuacht for a true semblance of what’s going on Gone beyond, stomping gombeens in New Rocks stolen new bought From a blue haired goth as he got off the Luas at Charlemont Constant comparison like…
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Autofuneral
Started without a pot to piss in Now I’m head of a system Head of the page, top of the list Find a way to make your petty hatred pay; it’s all grist Out when the mercury dips, out in the thick mist It’s all the same end of the day, I can’t miss If…
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Cokesprite in a Maccer’s cup
First things first, some animals have to be smothered Or, if you’ve the stomach, bloodied. Out in the garden during summer, wrapping something up – not a mummy; Hacking off limbs in the dungeon I like knives not a gun, and I’ve got a strong tummy It’s all chummy until someone messes up the sums…
Alchemisland 