Tag: poem
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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…
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Serpent-shaped cake made from butterfly powder, hair pomade, and fingernails
Get the words down, make a theme and title later Barely pay attention, shit them out then seeya alligator Keep what we talked about caped Having and having eaten our cake Do whatever the fuck, new Henry VIII Never expected him reborn on a council estate Metempsychosis works in mysterious ways If I’m put on…
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Tiberian tastes (vile island spellcraft)
A whole year that felt like that warmth under the covers when you have to leave to step outside My rimed heart stirs like a prison guard bribed from sleep To, if not proper rhythm, than doggerel rhyme at least Weed keeps me keen and free But renders me dreamless So I must dream freely…
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Troy sacked during our Honeymoon
A saviour’s city, on seven hills Site of many elopements, winding up heat-frenzied quills The lovers enveloped in such trouble, such suffering to others, That surely sulphur will result But in that unbreachable bubble Unreachable, toil-less, and perfect; Cressida and Troilus.
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Accused of evil calculation
Well past prime You can see that date there in the sell by spells Two thousand nine Well it’s 13 years since 2012 And the world still hasn’t ended For all our abyss delving Perhaps we can rely on further developments.
Alchemisland 