Tag: fiction
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SOFIANNA
Signs of violent times only vigilants and locust-dieted diviners hight Lines of hopeless grim-eyed people queueing outside Seeking any light-leaking idea of what’s divine The most unrighteous portend to charitable piety Gospels proven timeless, updated for modern climes Brazenly committing violent crimes, the wicked march triumphal Expressing now their once-idle umbrage The blood the blood,…
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Old gods and ships in bottles
Not interested in maintaining faculties Butter as grease when fisting crease Cretins with weapons promising vendettas They want to steal my pie, see me pacified Passed around like Pasiphae, felt my Cretan Bull inside Discreetly excreting behind trees, exercising my right to pee publicly Cheating, taking long and talking shite, thrice denied Christ Cult of…
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Land of Frost
More snow, ice and nose blowing Than what Franklin Expedition were exposed to I don’t queue, better expedite or I’ll provoke feuds My only sight, viewfinder, through an evil eye Stand up guys still get pens through eyes In the pen I’ll die, what’s pent up I exorcise In the yard doing exercise, avoid the…
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Dumping a load
I keep my hip flask filled ever since my glass slipper task failed I keep my output filthy like glass ashtrays in the 1950s When everyone died at fifty yellow livered and tipsy Selling gas, selling grass, so I take trains all over the place That’s my trade, get high grade to the right place…
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Buyer’s Market (confessions of a sphincter taster)
Noise is startling Tell a leng tart don’t worry darling Engine garbled Auto theft, no carpool Stolen like the Elgin Marbles She’s got a mouth could fit eleven marbles At which I marvel Million quid contract, Matt Cardle Went from a start up To established market Engine spark it Driving the borderlands, killing Varkids Big…
Alchemisland 