Tag: poem
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Active shooter, high as Jupiter
Pain pills steady diet them Steady aim, dash your diadem Got ten bullets and I fire them Ten marks dead, I’m William Tell I fall into bed with fresh widows. Your wake is tomorrow I’m awake this minute Fisting away depression in your missus Downstairs in dove linen and cerecloth The man you were, mass…
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Confrontation you should avoid
Out in the lane pissing Some pox bottle diss me Out my glaive, send him grave Or blacken eye with my shilleagh Sin é. Sin, eh? Tell me where and when Drop a cenobite’s head in my whatsapp Tell me you’re not scared, that’s a fat cap In your flatcap, with your whiskey flask In…
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Shortening a shotgun nose
Drinking Stella listening to Dodheimsgard Shiva Interfere Making her a sawn off in the shed Vice grip of my clenched legs.
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Rebel spells
Jars and vials containing soil from rebel graves Each labelled and dated Collins ninety eight Two thousand four Roger Casement Known primarily for attempting to place Rifles into RA hands, caught in the bay As his submarine upcame Laden with guns, bombs Tools of pain, war’s trade Also instrumental in exposing horrors in the Belgian…
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Tell ’em Elm Street
Pump a shell out Your life fell out Rolling behind the motorcade Like tufts of dropped president Freshed his fade with a rifle Pinked Jackie’s face with violence She was shocked and sadenned But he had a poxy cock in his jocks And she was still mad at him His head then was open plan …
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