Tag: poem
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Warbard
Planting dragon’s teeth, rise soon from tombs sons of ruin Strewn bones reforming, renewing martial form, adorning Mustard hued bones rudimentary muscle, flesh budding Skeletons in bronze age armour cloned, forthstorming Closed gates rammed open, palisades broken, fourth storming Forth, unto death or glory, I malform the misinformed My palfrey leaps o’er ordered ranks, unexpected…
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Lipwork
I’m paying lip service You are a servant Paying to have your lips serviced Botox hurting, syringe squirting Unnecessary surgeries Humanity, purging thereof Take the stand and perjure, get off Posterior kiss, lipsing turds Casting hexes witching urns Burns on cauldron bottom Turgid unguent on the bottle Three X’s on the label, serve it at…