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Chatty Cathy II
I feel a rush, my famous rage I am the fiercest son of Pelias Face for radio, I got a telly mush Getting a big media push A Christmas book Nigella has me on making Christmas pud I know bud, I would have said you’re having me on Throw us that Throw that like a…
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Farseer
I’m a farseer, see myself in a four seater farting into open air Music loud as Wacken Open Air, windows waxy blunt taxi over to the left Everyone asking for a lift, everyone asking for a hit Some of them asking with their lips Some of them asking with their hips Don’t look right at…
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Poison Dart symbol of Irish art
Like thin mints, I’ve got ten minutes until the eleven comes in It gets stuck in Sandyford at rush hour, when the boat comes in Pocket all the shrapnel from my empty cherry Simpkins tin Wearing so much makeup she looks like a Simpson How can I talk, used to have two lip rings and…
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worldstowhat
Body skinny like a baby finger famished during famine But equipped with a killer’s wolfmind whip quick lupine Someone quips I swing fists like a rabid pugilist I’m quick with brick fists but my brittle wrists Like winter sticks break easily, little pixie in the flesh Two hits: me hitting you, you hitting the deck…
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Gaff’swrecked
My house has a roofless part, air of classic splendour Egypt and old Greece meld in the blender Garden of statues, sentinels, two of Talos as coastal defense I’ve got a direct line to Porton Down, they’ll tip me off when it’s going down Three words: go underground, now Split the belly of the holy…
Alchemisland 