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TO LET: LOTSA KET
What I’ve got they’ve got one eighth House where they’re living like one miserable sliver of my kitchen Considerable mink slippers, gold dust sprinkled onto my kippers: different. Way I’m living makes unpaids livid Like I’m about to say “Let them eat cake.” Debateable whether the speech delivered was OKt They didn’t seem too grateful…
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The end of a friendship
Nothing lasts. Oh, we’ve had our blasts like old cannons Rusted now, recycled into bravery medals Nothing is fixed, only stone sticks and even that is licked by wind to wind Unglued the affixed things plunge into occluding gloom Here in the quiet room which should be loud, we planned it loud But you were…
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Her skytracing finger is the pointer whose pauses rename stars and planets.
Smoking citrus, Christ Looking Christly, came back around like a Dionysus But this time more icy, like goodbye to the dinosaurs Who liked their weather more nicely Drive myself but I’ve got guys who could drive me, five Five star chase if I like it but low key today, seeing sights Looking fine, arm tanning…
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An encounter with ill manners
How quick it all changes The world turns, the worm turns A single word and the whole pail’s curdled Human kindness clags to quasi cheese You wheezing disease of a being You can be counted upon only to offend You give temper many pleasant, jury-agreeing reasons You rile me as none have done recently since…
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I’m glad it was the last time we’ll ever see you.
One adventure ends, entropic tendencies But another sleeps and when it wakes Will beckon You have one more neck than the last time I saw you, too much bacon That’s one more neck to wind in, and a belly that needs taking in You work your seams like a fiend slave master does his field…
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