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Welcome back, you fat cunt
Cheeky chat don’t pay your way Certain rules you can’t disobey I’m sure you’ll say I’ve misportrayed The circumstances of this sore betrayal Classic tale: two rutting males Single guys in their 40s just get a certain way Stuck in their routines, too late to be saved Everything must be this or that way, nothing…
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He’s here!
I know a fat cunt is coming this Christmas It’s not Santa even though I wish it I don’t like to break the law but to see your craw shutted life-wise, I’d risk it Sometimes you have to snatch and grab to claim the biscuit Pinching away, small bruises Nothing severe, you disgusting four-eyed crab…
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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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Babylonian hues on my wheeled cube
97 Honda Accord looking bronze age hoard, gold and wood Knew I was gonna be it someday, was always lit; did what I said I would I’m listening to Lord of Shadows and Goldenwood Cruising around the hood hood up, seeking gold I can touch Windows rolled down, asking passers are they good; Do they…
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