Tag: poetics
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Blademan’s Secret Feeling
Back from Jap Back in the habit like a runaway nun Nabbed in a mad cathouse doing dabs Nothing drab in this entire pad Trap by way of medieval France, Dauphin elaborate Dosed, man, candelabra Fanta cans but man can’t say what he’ll have with it, incriminate All that evidence fed into the grate, names,…
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Methuselah Syndrome
Nippon trip while the Yen’s shit, spending dough loads New bong to rip on, honking some mental shit Doing drops on wrong roads Cough bottle so clear nose, did a Kong dose, eyes half rose Old bog so Watch your step or you’ll never be an old soul, Jesus Wept One spot you don’t wanna…
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Stronger if possible
Take a crack but be warned: kickback Honking weed zonk you clean, strong this Heraclean Turn you zombie, mole headbonked by the lad leaning over the machine Head honcho so Sir when you address me, be sure to add the right stress Know by my feather headdress and purple poncho who rules the roost, who’s…
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Shake on it
Kiss this no Sex Pistols mix Beelzebub flame-wet from the Styx, presenting his posterior for a lip rub Sick shit but that’s how you get sick shit, iced up with fresh licks Your body is pregnant with soul, it can be sold, one oath and on it goes But better than ever before, you can…
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Handforcer
Scant rays my kin shadows erase Debased myself, the sun replaced by an image of Her fender-raked face The quiet lake beside which she sits, gone as quick the mud’s imprinted Bootprints, trying to finger who did it, need to know two things: Who the muse and who she chose to sing You could ascertain…
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