Tag: irish
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Hills we die on, hail to the freedom fighters
Floozy is our floating rock, thigh-shower Cold shower, grower not a shower Groves of bee-loud clover and smothering vanilla-headed heather Sacred hawthorne resplendent and thorned, adorned with whitefeather petals Every verdant blend abounds, as if one wore lenses of augmented ferns to lend extra green to what’s beheld. Hills we die on, Ireland our zion…
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Before I shower
Before I shower, lather myself up Slather bubbles upon flesh marbled, a model a marvel Before I shower you with praise, flatter you red-faced I went in for lemon soap in Sweny’s but they’d only lime And it cost most of a pound that’s the crime of robbery be daylight, be delighted if I’d that…
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The Lads Up Der In Heaven
Rabelais and James Joyce in tatters, non-stop screaming laughing Two kin hyenas ginsoaked keen for fine feeding using divinely given gifts to write fart jokes Gassed over hatter-mad scholars trying to find meaning in their words. Joyce had a fine voice, could have been a singer People scanread Ulysses then screed Reddit reviews highlighting the…
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Soul Sucking Doll
Bought an evil doll She feigned to borrow Then stole a soul Swallowed whole Black hole maw gnawing On one’s immortal spirit. Muse, tell through me the facepaling tale of the living fetish Fetch me apt words I might out wretched scripts ripped from the crypt-heart of hell where cryptarchs rest for chiliarches awaiting the…
Alchemisland 