Tag: poetry
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Getting Tudor big, do Gucci sell a girdle?
Born rover Been all over Ballyogan to Angola Ballyroan, to the thrones of Ayatollahs Moaning on, another dole bore Know that because I told ya Droning, I dole it out Everyone owes scores Everyone knows the score, scornful Leave your family mournful I let them drown, enjoy the sound I’m a ruthless roman deep down …
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Spine ascent
WB Yeats so desperate for a taste Happy grafting on testicles from apes Wasn’t sleeping due to profound rage Counting ceiling bumps, repeating the Passion sequence Circuits of the rafters, surplus in my nasal passage Done the dirt, doggy style, did a whole menagerie In her cave like Aladdin with the lamp, put my lad…
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Pottymouthed Pythia
Brief perusal of the work proves Profuse use of expletives, one cannot move Without shoulder-checking a C word or two Profanity Mona’s eye style, seems to follow one around the room Born half in the bar and half in the zoo Under half a blood moon Out in a storm looking Very Hammerhanded like Thor…
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Gemskinned sparkle anarchy
Student pushed me Nudged suds onto my new idents and guds, muttered stupid cunt Lucky he didn’t get a hiding About my rules I’m usually strident King in waiting, emphasis on waiting, slow-aging Strider Suited up, paid for a suite with dupes then cut and run in the rider Juiced up souped up doing balloons…
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My first duchess
Chewing my face like nougat You have to use illusion to do that Room for two, graves with views Gravefaced paintings in hidden places, looking direly abused Aging instead of you How you have maintained your grace; Nobody fails to say it seeing my face Calculating the years betwixt Their own faces ruin-afflicted.
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