Tag: fiction
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The secret of sitting for portraits
Sitting for courtly portraits Hours unmoving, some find torturous I slink off, go somewhere else, you see Escape through a portal into outer Me Gateless, without palisades No corners, shapes or names Where elephants, grapes, bridges, hadrosaurs and regretted days Are each one and one the same; A place where is and is not shame…
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ECSTASY SHAG
She’s from Lusk and sucks me Loud doggy style, no hush, Puppy She wants it faster when I’m in her pussy She shouts mush, I’m not fussy Hole and a heartbeat, that’s enough Glutton for my nuts This is not a put on She runs the gamut Of things I dub smutty Back from the…
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SHITHOLE
In a damp, dank, rank tenement In my element I’m hellsent, hellbound, hell bent on stamping out Anyone else selling ground up brown on my stomping ground I key nose spice So good they accept a ridiculous price They score, I get prizes like I hit the high score Sort 20 guys one night Like…
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Rotting away in a private space
Use went from sparing to daily Used get it mailed in Rip open the pack and rail it the second it came in. Coke and horse, my arm invaded The syringe impaling Like the razorhoned beaks of the venom-leaking birds of Stymphalia Heart slowly failing, in the palliative cupboard below the clothes railing. It wasn’t something…
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Clung to my lung
Crow in my socks, always stocked Coughing lots, deathdoor knocker and coffin dodger Some dodgy lugies I’ve hocked, lungfroth Hockney’s Drinking strong scotch Couldn’t walk a straight line for cops, tried to dodge Looked more like hopscotch But they didn’t find the bodge in my Neon Dodge Quite a night time scare, sans Podge and…
Alchemisland 