Tag: poet
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Lab quality
Ethered with Aoife She’s my last Malteser Talking about getting nailed Doesn’t mean Easter Skeezy, my shit’s a wheel greaser You can ski down my mirror, freezing I don’t stay down, no quitter; never shy, thrice bitten Rabid so be careful I’m not yet tamed Before prattling away, do temperature takings.
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Loud breathing
How I make mine Mace to the face William Wallace style Though I like to think I’m more William Blake in rhyme Well, you take a guy named Mike with a brilliant mind Give him ideas above his station, teach him to try, give him eight lines Like he was late to class, like Rex…
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Lung-involved botanical surveys
Synthesized what resides into mushrooms, my Cology, all mine never went to college Didn’t bother, secondary school dropout Dosh now, know knowledge can be got Self-sought, self-taught prodigy Lab designed what in other times you had to dig deep and mine out Helping me to shine and stand out Feeling The Shining when I’m not…
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REEEEEEEEEL
Chemicals got me bouncing off the walls Drinking Jager from a fag-stabbed ashtray If you can take it you can get that anyday Testing time, bag stabbed, sherbert dibdab the end of my knife Lick it twice, yes that’s nice, coming back to mine if you’ll half the price What am I saying? That’s not…
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God is a bricky (230 large in cash on a gaff)
I never lose my head, not even in the red of feuding I go recluse, reglue myself together, Humpty could never so I’m better Trying to keep me and being broke separate, and I mean forever Hard to think I had 150 large last September Traded that, plus or minus another hundred grand For a…
Alchemisland 