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the modern age ate my hamster … ( some contemporary shite )
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the modern age ate my hamster so consumed with whats & whys - the like i climbed up mam tor dressed as an onion in the hope that there some answers i would find as tears drip dropped on my costume i cursed the needless hamster greed of time then remembered that there was no hamster 'twas a figment of my modern wanker mind ( ? ) ...
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foraging as we go ( a true of a story in a of rhymez-formz )
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'twas a february morn there on our way to the shop on a bog roll mission when the dog & i did stop our noses alerted oui - a french scent filled the air allium ursinum yeah - the garlic of the bear aye, the first of the year new leaves barely more than shoots so i picked it for soup so then i'll be vampire-proof then we left londis-bound so that i can wipe my shite knowing spring's on its way knowing things are looking bright ( the end ) ...
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odds, sods ‘n’ gods ( a reworking of something older )
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writing notes on scraps of paper dagon ploughing - see y'later hathar's waving - oscillator great stuff like the magna mater scrawls of sprawl this navigator cernunnos the radiator i've stowed away on a freighter ( your dinner's in the oven ) ...
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pipeline poem ( public service castbroading )
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in the pipeline & pending there's a chorus of penguins a bonnie prince pretending mad march hares are contending as the shepherds are tending runcible spoons are bending in the pipeline & pending so fret not there's no ending ...
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memoirs of a goldfish ( a fishy tale & tail )
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last week, when i was a goldfish
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i gawped in my bowl
with my fishy scales of gold
i swam a fishy swim
with gold fishy fins
( i remember everything )
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piss off ( a poem of sortz )
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piss off writing piss off words eat your own shit munch on turds piss off rhyming it's for prats piss off ' free verse ' boring twats plus they're lazy piss off plus piss off ashes piss off dust piss off thursday piss off year piss off reader - are you still here - ( ? ) ...
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( i tried to warn ) ( some fuckin’ sheet y’fuckin’ twat’ead )
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darker than all chocolate darker than dark loads or laundry in black holes black cats crossed with toads this poem is cursed & it's evil - it's marked 'tis touched by the hand - yeah of something quite dark ( & now, so are you x ) ...
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‘erb mix challenge ( some ‘erb-verse )
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get mixin' 'erbs against the clock the 'erb preserves tick tock - don't stop bundles of 'erbs tied with 'erb twine oh no, too late - you've run out of thyme - ...
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notes on wankers ( could be anyone really … ? )
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wankers drive mazdas & smart carts & saabs wankers drink carling & stella artois too many taches but rarely a beard wankers are boring they shun all things weird wankers are vermin they're plague-bearing rats wankers are dick'eads they're tossers & twats wankers are special in their wanker heads wankers are wankers enough has been said ...
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the old cesspit ( some shit what i wrote )
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the castle's gone there ruins lie the village well has long since dried time dawdles on into the night ( but ) the old cesspit still stinks of shite ...
resarf poetry 