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DESESH
Given more dead arms than Belgian Congo In Ireland to drink is to be Ag Ol Being shitfaced is my main goal Carried to bedroom by my girl Sour vomit down toilet swirls Brown out like slipped into wrong hole. More arm feels than Aki More destructive arms than Iraqi Hadn’t, still plagued by Khaki…
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War Caint
Swan when I wear it, sworn when I swear it Pops when I don it, props when I Don it Head currently holeless like faulty donut Do not approach or blood splat yoghurt You’ll get reproached, sent home soaked Tell your blokes I’ll wet their coats Send redcoats flying back to boats But I’ve burnt…
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Sold Souls
Three lines I nosehole it Head swims I no sold it Hopes pinned I no souled it Ahead of the school I swim I’m lemon sole No cause to force feed, I’m so in need My head feels heavier than Mr Creosote If it’s bagged now I say free the dope If it’s blue light…
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The Agent – IV
They sent Harpenden. Him, of all people, conversation with whom was a form of punishment so cruel and unusual the Khmer Rouge would rat you out to Amnesty. He was a posh Australian who drank Fosters, called evening arvo, and who disliked foreigners to a confederate degree. He looked like a cross between the muscular,…
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The Agent – III
The canopy cooled him in temperature and temperament, he felt sullen beneath sagging boughs. Branches like curved umbrella handles, as if trees driven mad by heat sought to drive their own branches through their heads to stop the simmering solar voice. Inner measuredness came, or was foist, upon him, echoed in his equidistant steps. In…
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