Tag: irish
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Accruing Connections (Weigh Me Down For The River)
Those you hold near and dear have you in chokeholds Bound in bronze chains tied to thick staves in postholes Whoever told you you know what a writer knows Either hated you, or it was a troll joke Nothing to say, words mired in throat during force choke.
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Dalliance/D’Alliance
Girl in a choker, hole in the head for slotting in Trocaire Dick so far down throat, Doug Polk how I poker, she’s getting the boke Tracing my dick through the pants on the train, Dick Tracey Cheeks sucking in when she hits the blunt, emaciated.
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No Mood For Talking
To my patience and good nature Work is a cheese grater Make sure the spliff is ready when I’m home later I’m out in nature, in amongst it Early summer busy greenmarkering world walls, place of satyrs Part but apart, not parcel, nature’s separator A thin path for one abreast where two go, spacetheyateup Moving…
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Coming Home Shitfaced
Some are fishers of men’s souls I’m a drinker drover Never drink and drove Except on a bike, by jove Wound those lanes, wove Wobbly as Chivers Lime Surprised I never stoved My head in falling over Badly cut my leg one time Body breakable as window panes in a rock ape’s firing line Tomorrow…
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Going Bricker?
I’m shouting over Brickfield Park session tonight, boys Gonna be lethal Here, youngfla’, can I ask Is Bricker on your visit list He says yes beaming with fizzy lips It’s like an orgasm for tongue tips 1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2 like a tap drips Taps off, gents, and let rips Ripping and burning cities like…
Alchemisland 