Tag: life
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RIGHT NOW
Ten fifteen Waiting on a Chinese Tomorrow PIP Not pleased But it’s only Will Pop him like a zit Into his comfy coffin I chose your allotment Lead you there, spinal shotgun My will greater, I will victor Last longer take a picture That’s why I make these sex tapes It’s part of my endurance …
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Stayshunairy
Like an old mine waiting to blow up Eating radium to take my glow up Aquatic invasion how I row up Roll up gloved, define enough Roughhousing, raised in rough housing Forward back forward back Put your back into it bosun My life less an ocean More a rowing machine Huffing puffing, nowhere going Too…
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Utter loathing
What lends meaning a moment I am a parchment-lacking Golem in a Prague apartment My empty head compartment hoping for consonants Once intermittent pain becomes constant I am not insane but in my own life acting as some alien Interfering from without, I am veering ever further south, pale And grey the long and silent…
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fasttime
I spend quick like time enjoyed Balling now, I was unemployed And enjoying life a lot more Now each day is a day of endurance A legendary battle, second Moytura. Mend a brick, whisking wrist spinning thickening up the admix My mixture a fixture of a fiend’s die I’m on a steady diet of champagne…
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Babies
In family way after rolling in grass with a classy soldier from Galway Needled in a haystack, crack packed with man wax Wiping hay off each other’s backs, tells her he’s recalled to action Cleopatra and Marc Antony before Actium, affection in anguish Branding each other with elegant irons, defiant despite fate’s impliancy Tossing fresh…
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