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eight o’clock pot bashers  (  srehsab top kcolc’o thgie  )

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eight o'clock pot bashers

clang away their compasses


clap with latex hands

for the sacraments of convid


flocks of goblins cheer

as their fleadoms disappear


stoke the darkened hearth

& rake the garden snake


screwed to even' snooze

& supping lamestream piddle


sucking rotten cocks

lo, easels veiled in flesh


keys can lock or open doors

so a pickled poet pens


badger man faked the sniffles

& the rest is spun with mirrors


( wankers )

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