Tag: rhyming
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Fucking after Funderland
I’m at Funderland higher than holiday in the Netherlands We’re supposed to have plans but I’m in Wonderland Rode waltzers twice, face turned green as Shrek’s hand Inviting me back to her pad, Jack the Lad, but what a trek All black star-flecked, walk in they’re scanning, fit checked Her hips twisting and turning more…
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Gotime
When it’s time go no one will know it was me Wore a thick black robe down to the knee Grow a beard, lay low for the next three Weeks, things gleaming no receipts for them Guests are eager this evening but I don’t receive them I’m ghosting everyone, phone is on flight mode Heads…
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Great war it was
When order flies and chaos thrives When skydown bombs cause men to dive In sucking mires, where men and horses die I employ a wild strategy to help me survive; As soon as I hear rattling guns, I salute immediately If anyone tries to shoot me, I’ll die with my boots Scopes will train on…
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Satellites
Toxic people orbit me like psychopathic satellites Either traitors or sycophants Done behind back like tied hands I’m a Tiger Tank hunting black and tans Span of my land vast, my hull alas sank My life depressing to watch like Tideland I’m the president’s boss in a golden tiepin I’ve got a ripe ting sprouting…
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Pridebefore
Falling like pride’s plenty preceded Falling like Icarus into the litres Back to the aethyr Furs on like a satyr Offering advice, I made her Wrote the hebrew verbs in your golem dome My home golden, it’s all stolen like the V&A Standing in hip-high hay, scything screaming yipeekaiyay My blade bays, sacred profane My…
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