Tag: hopeless
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Package in the post
Sending Armani postcards back to ‘Manny Love to all and mammy When I’m bringing amny and chang Back from foreign lands my hands get clammy Gripping the wheel of the Lancer I’m too canny to give cops direct answer Do as told put my hands up Mouth isn’t a place for a foot unless a…
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A sickly marionette crudely constructure from duct tape, cocktail sticks, and chewed flesh, compelled to abominable unlife by vilebreath and evil promises
My place gated, raised among strays, scabid percentage 80 Crept into a better place at least, pack still back in the streets Unspayed, crawling with fleas Baying at butcher’s bins for leftover meat Became leader, no one’s been able to touch us since A sense of sins seen: once saw a guy get touched up…
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Black 47 47 47 47
The strained fabric keeping society chained started to undo The most lasting work of the first and final Artist fades then splits, unglued The printed page wilts, then decays. What does fun do that force couldn’t? Old and awkward cousins, estranged decades but mates in the manger The squawking crows recognised something was coming, fled…
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