Tag: imagination

• Milly

  Swear to Crom  Selling a million copies  Sell every crumb of that crop  Package vanished like a ghost in aspect Table set, dead air  Broke my fast on the Marie Celeste.

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  3rd Aug 2024

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• Quickstriker

  Overachiever  Leg sweep ya  Quicker than a Cheetah  Smooth as the Silver Surfer’s surface  Curitiba’s Anderson Silva  Gold not silver in the fistic Olympics Ass cheeselike with pinpricks My arms dynamite, two sticks I don’t get involved in politics  No powdered wigs, no tories whigs Notoriously big temper Attempting to become a tempter With the…

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  3rd Aug 2024

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• headaround

  You going around my head like I was putting on my jumper Like a hangman’s noose, hearing the final trumpet You click I move; you Geppetto, me the puppet.

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  3rd Aug 2024

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• Mapfiller

  Want to fill out your map’s blanks but curiosity killed the cat Saw him sodden and bloated, washed up on the riverbank Mudlarking at low tide not a lucrative exercise Found a pliers, two tyres, six cans of cider, a bike, none of it roman Send your consciousness elsewhere, astral roaming charges When you beef…

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• Satellites

  Toxic people orbit me like psychopathic satellites Either traitors or sycophants Done behind back like tied hands I’m a Tiger Tank hunting black and tans Span of my land vast, my hull alas sank My life depressing to watch like Tideland I’m the president’s boss in a golden tiepin I’ve got a ripe ting sprouting…

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  3rd Aug 2024

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