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whoelsebettergetfucked
My real self housed safe in the burg If breached, cyanide can’t be returned Involved with criminal gangs Can’t be reoriented so I’m getting hanged Sitting up in the night like a gong banged Everyone’s eyes on me like I dong hanged Cancelled like gave a speech and wrong man’s thanked Say whatever I need…
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penallawspugilistpaws
Only problem all the damn vampires So much dank in my van’s tank Keep my hamster wheel clanking Like an Amsterdam empire in the back Doing damage to tramps, blows tinged with ire Tongue made of fire, ravaging the camps Running fast through the hedge, suffering cramps Like four weeks since last needed tamps, hangtime…
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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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Fucking after Funderland
I’m at Funderland higher than holiday in the Netherlands We’re supposed to have plans but I’m in Wonderland Rode waltzers twice, face turned green as Shrek’s hand Inviting me back to her pad, Jack the Lad, but what a trek All black star-flecked, walk in they’re scanning, fit checked Her hips twisting and turning more…
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Toilet
Soon as I get up Feel it bubbling like a witch’s cup Old waterfall, the water’s rusted Bring two Toilet Duck TP quantity not enough Need a bidet with suds I don’t even gotta push But twice I gotta flush.
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