Tag: poem
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Hit that fatbody a few hard bodyshots and see how he feels (fearless mollywhopper for real)
Living like a duke My tunes making saloons rich off the juke Had a few, had something else in the loo Same colour as the stuff under Elsa’s shoe Nothing flukey about my lucre Nothing propish about this luger, proper Use it to prop up my profits Nailed to your bonce if hats aren’t doffed …
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Headless Banker’s Obelisk
Purge, removing works by other bards Burning them in the yard Like donut-tired stolen cars Two fiercely-clawed lions carved from prime stone, both barbary Boat party, two hopefuls both looking Barbie Cock ring by Carty, prove you can go that far then we party So much stuff, man apart, think I knew Jafar or was…
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A man is dead. How can you think about chicken kiev at a time like this?
In the wings like an understudy When his master’s having trouble singing Door after door like we’re doing dingers Or trying to get endorsed, vote me for winner Warm indoors but colder outside than icy December nighttime New York Disturbed your dinner when we came in, food on the fork You were about to run…
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Babylon of the mind (the elephant head key opens the door to that strange yellow-pathed route through the mines, which leads to the beast’s charnel chamber)
Yeah you’ve seen outside, the mighty walls, wrought of blue brick in tribute To Nimrod who arraigned with unfit gifts the empty, godless fires he upheld as tribune, And his wicked Ishtar in purity-tarnishing Babylon of the heretical stricture Plus the maze you might have copped on your way But the really amazing stuff’s inside,…
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Living beef-perfumed among bears
Rumbling like Zaire when Ali’s coming, summoning feeling Because blank pages are angling for seasoning Even though I don’t feel something I start teasing It out, two lines out and my ferrous blood’s already pumping Could fill buckets with ducats, tears, blood or crabs Corpse to cawing crows a grab bag Gore-hot beak, throat and…
Alchemisland 