Tag: irish
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Flexskinny
Not a pick on when I flex Not a swollen pectoral to wiggle Not a hilltop bicep to help my visual I’m purely lyrical Hunchback with a voice of syrup They run to me, like spurred shoes squeezing in the stirrup Endangered not extinct, my variety of rhino is spearmint My kitchen floor is lino,…
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The Lighthouse Lads
Three men in a lighthouse Two are never seen again Last left with visage unmoving Fixture of Bedlam’s rooms, in the mask of Agamemnon His words host myriad venoms, he speaks for a shekel Or a respectable speckle of inebriate in his vessel Whilst he speaks, he speaks as a man possessed A frightful vision,…
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lefthandedlefthere
Suddenly bulging with anger Like Olive Oil put spinach in my hand Whoever spoke bad is lucky I don’t have a handgun Totebag, brandish, shoot think after, toetag him, vanish Hand in my notice at Olivanders to join a gang, black wizard band My left, most sinister, hand bent at angle can from distance strangle…
Alchemisland 