Tag: ireland

• No training gold medal

  Kevin Lee how I could be number one  If only I’d started training in 2001 I am mad, they say Entering K1 at 28, without having done kickboxing 101 Striking is day one but toughness is viking Poor fundamentals but mental game strength ten Dropped Joe Schilling off a clinch break, knee taking Ten counting…

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• Off my head

  In the club they’re playing the classics Spinning wax pinging out blasters Bangers bangers, hands to rafters Sweating now, bliss forever comedown after Chatting shit over cans at an afters Wafting away acrid smells with my hands Telling some girl about my favourite bands Victorian times, that hard to make an advance Crabs have more…

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• samemoon

  Dapper Dan slicked back hair across my mallet Desperate Dan outlaw bandit, cow pie in hat Empty holster because I’m always holding the gat No summons posted because I’m hidden behind my cap Say I’m evil and that you’re not Defining what amounts to nought Same moon shines down on us all My granite carapace…

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• Capacity all vanity

  Thousand litre lung capacity Drank all the water that sank Atlantis Still had room for two cans of Fanta Hammered, talking like headphones on and speechjammer Yawning at your tawdry efforts, peasant Rouse from bastard fecklessness to a champion’s breakfast Driving by night soundtrack Vangelis, hands angelic Yet indelicate, indecorous relying on other men Enough…

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• parts

  Wrench free of the unbreakable hold Reform every time I hit a wall, Exodia yo Wanking freely, unquenchable load Reborn after I’ve been in the stall, quick roller though Rolling stones across the entrance of my torpid tomb Two hundred last Rolos and a shit poem Toe to toe swapping leglocks and toeholds in the…

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