Tag: expression
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Guardpassing
Can’t pass guard, too much lactic acid in my arms Can’t get hard, too much insantic passion in my cranium Need new combats but too fatigued to fire up the camo jeep Djeep lighter speaking to me from the desk I write at The devil’s mess I make that, then I write that No takebacks,…
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Boss of the apocalypse
Car fires in my front and rearviews I test my mettle on mayhem, few Survivors and fewer thriving The barely alive scarcely dive to avoid my fire They’re jaded, war tired, shell shocked and utterly cooked I’m doing a funny walk like Peter Cooke from Crecy to Berlin Slim legs raised, nothing even grazing, absolutely…
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Trip to Trim
Day trip and I can’t wait Sun’s out, feeling great Spotify, fuck the radio Danny Brown, like ready to go Weed coners stowed to get stoned on some foreign corner Never dispensed on talamh, respect that goddess Love that middle Ireland, royal and haunted Can’t wait to see a vast castle built by Normans I…
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Shedding my shell
I am crying now but I choke back tears, there is nothing so queer As shedding salt for what was through my own inaction not got What is for you perhaps never passes you by But I have watched so many things going by, and in such hurry That they became blurry in my sight,…
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chokingsmoker
Every time I show up hammering Everyone following me like Hamelin Your charisma David Cameron My vibe Boccaccio’s Decameron No day promised, empty annals save today and all yesterdays I spent all yesterday blazed, safe Railroad how I go underground Katabasis, man beneath the mounds Trees disappearing like Tom Bombadil was around Rolling bombs downhill…
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