Tag: rhymes
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Chewtonic
Join the army I can’t hear Universal Soldier make a necklace of my ear Johnny get your gun, the shootings not done Descending a long hall, the sticky sweat of fear In it for the long haul, designed by Albert Speer Sitting in what was your office, sitting in what is your coffin On your…
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The Swan Hunt
The fetch: that life must end The fence o’er which gunmen bend The birds toward which their gunshot tends The fetch, the fetch, the fetch to end. Swans turned loose are roundly shot Leaded bodies by hounds are got, to masters brought. Great cunt of Manhattan, glass ziggurats fastness of sun priest Squeezing out malcontents…
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You Up?
In a birthday card it’s something trite In my cold car back it’s a midnight ride It’s a horrible daylike night Type of eve that man’ll cop a wolf bite Noises get lost and boys get lost in the wood at night Accounts of old murder, I’m on the count, count dracula Three counts on…