Tag: writing
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Waxplay
Billy how I slit my chest, split my breast Opened up like a treasure chest by someone on a loot quest Of my best shit divested Falling apart like a dunked Digestive Have my methods Nothing explicit, all suggestive Filthy lyrics, jizzing on breasts Lean in, listening to the chamber music of her shallow breaths Back…
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No show
Stopped going to work. I would wake up forty minutes before my first alarm, anxious already, Itself forty minutes before the latest time I could feasibly leave bed, And in that time I would convince myself that calling in sick was alright. The only time I fancy a lie on another while’s when I must…
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Self righteous
Practically missing. Convinced, as pricks always are, I was on the right side of history. This one deluge was going to miss me. My wife tried dismissing me But I knew she would kiss me When the fissures appeared. When anything equipped with either wire or gear Shed sedate appearance, Awakened, suddenly fearless! No allies…
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Wraparounds
Sif suddenly bald So I make a dwarf a hairgiver Bad temper, hairtrigger Big enough order, yeah I’ll deliver there Red hot, leave the spot with tunes blaring because I don’t care Roof down so I can feel the air move my hair Packs in the back, boot where I keep my spare Risk like…
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How fast I bun it
Concentration camp commandant Yeah, I burn through it faster than when they saw Yanks and Ruskis advancing, ranks of tanks Wife offed herself in the backyard pond Now he’s often feeling despondent.
Alchemisland 