Tag: poetry community
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Baddabing
First sign of ill behaviour Standing up, flipping tables Sit him down, eyelids sabled Not talking now, mouth stapled Trying to stand, as if he’s able Talk to man, as if he’s Plato And not a do nothing laid low in a cave I’m Alexander the Great ungrateful at being made To placate himself before…
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Aroving Asmoking Abush
A roving I’ll go but avoiding roads and no pair of brown eyes My black boots in the mud turn to brown brogues I’m drinking more than three of the Pogues White smoke from a spliff of white widow Like the bush elected a new pope.