Tag: writing
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Upright Now
Nothing nice about sobriety Christ, I miss the highness When it rained, I realized my crown was made of paper It sagged, warped, then melted away, my pride faded I was getting faded daily Hacking up stubborn lugies then mortaring them over the railing Every day toking cutting down the tree of me The worms…
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Jack the Lad
Jack the style of Jack the Ripper Home in time for kippers Some for necking, this for sipping Knob protection if getting with strippers Yellow liver drinking this paintstripper Run a strimmer over my grave Smoke a blimmer of high grade haze My gaze has a glimmer A light sliver living inside the eye I’m…