Tag: poem
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To improve my cardio, thereby completing my Garda Evasion skill tree, running up and down Mountpelier Hill, kissing the devil’s arse; submitting each time I summit
Spring into action when it’s drastic Swagged out but every waist’s elastic because I’m doing regular races Paying with black or platinum plastic, six zips on my Killstar jacket Near sick worshipping the sink, at the brink triple six Held up a Brinks, it’s not what you think Way, way past the brink so fill…
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Caught napping against a tree, surrounded by snack packets, banned literature, and forbidden applecores
Don’t care if it’s ripe, bite and try it That’s why I’m turned away from the door at Eden Won’t bother trying, waste my evening Another feature, boring tie in, recognise them from TV Yawn worthy producer on the flight in You’re up early like a farmer’s wife, get a fry in before eight chimes…
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Let Christ’s vilest bride sate her night thirsts on my worst child
She’s in those tights fishermen like Eyes icy like Titan Dress tight I like it Gonna take her like a Viking Choker; means she prefers a pipe diet Coking so extra perverse, leaning in close dirty words in the cloakroom No sleep so we’re up with the early birds, toking off the moody blues.
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Gone off bongs, long gone lost John (Prester)
Passionate, if I’m tagged in Reserve a second place, loser sash and badge sadface Trophy space in the bag you brought in I’m all about chaotic displacement Turn a peaceful crescent into Crécy or Passchendaele Residents on self enforced house arrest as long as I remain in residence Always dashing like Santa through lashing snow…
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Wiping my ass with the last unfound Lowry
To you it was everything In your feelings getting heavy To me it was a fling A nothing Just a timewasting thing Told you out front I was cold as a rink Colder than most, on oath Probably won’t live to be old Told me she could take it, control it, mould it Now she…
Alchemisland 