Tag: murder ballads
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Going home on the last unretired 75, stinking of petrol
Buried her slash-tasselled coat like old Saxon groats When an owner of oxgangs hears of Vikings along his coast. The stoven ground yawning like their opened, bloodied throats; The cold ground the only awning for the slaughtered pigs. Mere mouse a tawny sought. Whole litter and it’s my pick. For her lily-pallored ghost A plot,…
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“opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand”
Body fresh as a Brennan’s loaf, not yet so yellow though. Burnt off my prints ages ago, Wore driving gloves for extra safety, blurry nights of excess and satiety. I’ve killed them in droves, you know (which you don’t, because I’m a pro) Shoved into holes Full fleshed some, others ash But mostly unindexed bones.…
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Dead in designer
Show up at his doorstep like a deliveroo driver Half-masked by a black bandana Arms aloft Thor holding a hammer Judge on the gavel how I bang you when you answer Bloodspattered Dolce and Gabbana After the deed is done, change out of my ripped clothes, Bruce Banner Man iguana how many visages I squander,…
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Signingoff
OK last few bits of the day Won’t be my last piff of the day Need that grass, that hay, its haze I’ve been on it non-stop for thousands of days Watching revolutions in the highest resolution Thinking it’ll be a different future, hopeful humans Rotting in front of the computer, next school shooter I…
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