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King’s nobility called into question
A crow comes cawing through the hole, my stoven roof which permits cold Shrieking asks ‘art thou noble?’ Nobu, I can go bell to bell twelve times getting leathered pillar to post Fuck your smelling salts, I’ve got dopesmoker energy, immediate entry When I scent a spare inch, an overthrown kick, on those hips Like…
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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…