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Give them the old Arthur McBride
Jacketless on the college steps in the morning mist, well-practiced Equipped with tactics to get you in, once you’re roped into conversation They won’t let you escape until your name’s conveyed to their list It’s not about filling one’s mouth with sounds of good sense It’s about spin, like the endgoal of the party whip,…
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A hopeless March
Misery again Sinking, like I went walking through Lincolnshire Fen A sheer fence weak defence against enemy offensives Constantly on the defensive Waiting for something to let slip I tighten the slip into a noose Buds to nip, the final snooze Head heavy as a mounted moose Continuing tantamount to self abuse I must self…
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Collywobbles
Shirtless like models standing outside Abercrombie shops Immodest, need Imodium if I’m honest Way she’s slopping can’t be low on sodium Demons whispering speeches to me beneath the podium
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Recruiting for the final war
The prodigals are out recruiting again Quoting Chronicles, Judges, Kings. Old mischiefs abroad. Afoot again Old ruses, youth confusers: Dolce Et Decorum Est, Pro Patria Mori Hoping the strongest and truest men, those hungriest for glory Will fall in gory step if temperance Be upheld as some measure of meekness, kindness as well Became a…
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Baron
Hang them high was my motto, until it was I that was to be hanged Revered flying ace eats flak over Greenland Wolflaugh then a distant bang Everything’s eventual, friend, and that’s that. How quickly things change: quick as windwhipped pages Parade indexwise from contents.
Alchemisland 