Tag: writing

• Range-r

  You’re a target range I’m on a turkey shoot Like milchig plates  I bury the loot If you want it strange  I’m a mystic too If you want outrage Ensure you tune in soon  Blackened like a heroin spoon  My smoke racked lungs will pack up soon.

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  28th Apr 2024

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• Getting Away 

  I can’t never get no satisfaction Phallus rusted with long inaction Of every whole I get but fraction My mirror soul is lightning fractured. My packs are packed cling wrapped You a gentled hawk with wing clipped I’m a wing commander goat, goldlipped My stealth bombers provoke no radar blip My spud shooters got potato…

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  28th Apr 2024

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• When I Shout Action

  Style maximalist  Beast mode abide my animus More tracks than circus maximus More relaxed than a bag of kush So many girls I bagpuss So many deals I bag push Never felt rushed, never had thrush Whenever had girls always bagged up Of mine drugged cup taking large sups Day of the dog, afternoon of…

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• YOP

  Your books like Yop, red and then gone My books like lamb chops or veal cutlets, wrong But on every fridge shelf, grill and plate My dog so vicious my female mailman wears plate mail Find her follow blood trails to the kennels You won’t tame him, mad to buy him must be mental Only…

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• Dole Day

  Your fella broke Spent his day All day ag ól In the park so cans aren’t cold Hopes tonight he’ll get his hole Cheeks sink like she’s sucking out my soul Cheap drink because it’s a government payroll I worked in a cafe before I was king Ass loving corsair, a lord of the ring…

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  28th Apr 2024

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