Tag: poem
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Highland Treats
Shortbread season Shot dead for leaving me short bread Barely need a reason, hanging on by a thread Ill bred, hell bent for leather Got the thrill meds and less sense than a lobotomised head.
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Does he seem, well, different to you since he came back, Charles?
Don’t ape me, kids, so many pitfalls You can see scars from where the cars skid Flowers and a card in place of a kid A placard duct taped to a lamppost On a corner with no adjoining pavement Grew up on the estate, first out so I paved the way Fuck that, chucked back…
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Nose awards
Hams, won’t get caught Throw hands, got all you sought Doing coke, did it all Eightballs barely give me pause Eight short for me doesn’t hit at all.
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One golden drop in a pissless life
Took shrooms for a buzz Brought me wanted hush Ushered to the room above To the posthuman eruptions An ill-humoured dove, who spoke Russian, ministered on rushed love Hushed and constantly snubbed, the voiceless trayhoister Makes his one and only noise.
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Idle hours in the round tower
I’m the boy, the boss The proff take no loss No hat doffed when a churchline’s crossed Hacked the head off a cross, flipped it Now I’ve got a cryptic gloss Keep hatches below and above You never know from what direction they’ll come They’ll stab your back as soon as shrug, Soon as show…
Alchemisland 