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Cursing the Oppressors
Apollo and python A sporting lord And wielded change and lightning chains Who enjoyed cavorting with human sorts Despite his wife’s jealous, green-tinged eyes blazing Queenly Athena, shed no fierce tears at your frieze’s fleecing Turn your molten heart freezing and curse the disruptor’s penis Cast shadows where the shoulder-stroking light of Venus lends warm feeling…
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Sex and satanism
Bad hand I deal ya Casino bad idea De Niro don’t shed a tear If they have to deal with you He’ll have no idea, legally speaking Tear gas blankets my glass eyes She wants to stay behind, cheeky glass of wine Fruit of the vine I’m only too happy to Recline, neck like fine…
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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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Digging hater graves
Jealous? Get a bellyful of buckshot what’s up, Doc Rabid for wabbits, Ave, Rabbi and kiss Piss out enough to resink Atlantis, having to rethink the plan on the wing Digging hater graves like I plan to plant Hades Barding on all you hayseeds Planet Pluto above me, pleiades Crazy gods made me, Gods must…
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Getting holy
I’m the streets’ Greek theatre Praising Athena in Adidas Under the overpass drinking sour mash from a tin cup All the pasteboards are face up, seer’s face behind a drape Into the future peers through her casement, face goes vacant Don’t go there signs like on the way to a rapeshed Do this in divine…
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