Tag: expression
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leggy
Ham hued her pussy, not fussy about the clam Screaming too loud tell her can it Don’t ask her can I because she’s pushing my head down She’s wearing short trousers, I see most of the gams Saying oh damn like an amish seeing an ankle Hem raised enough, lying in the hay hair astray…
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sauceloser
Lost in the sauce, call you up on stage Look on your face, soon one of pain Switch the box then cut you in half Further from socks than when you were asked Outclassed and outfoxed by the superior man Crowleian reminder, Enochian ghostwriter The magician’s assistant frilly and pink, Sphinxlike Gun in a helicopter…
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Sable Sermons
Unholy priest giving a black mass, delivering rancid hosts Summoning handsome ghosts who died floating in shell holes I know you don’t like me but gee, you can’t even say hello How far can this go, because I know how far I can go Turn the Micra keys you explode, ricin in your cheerios, cheerio…
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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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