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short poems about nothing much ( a s h o r t p o e m a b o u t . . . )
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short poems about nothing much brief dither-wittles & their such short poems about bugger all more tea vicar? soz ( elsewhere calls ) ...
Poems
all for equality but …
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all for equality but … ( s o m e s h i t e p o e t r y )
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tall people
they're consuming room
far too much - they're blocking our views
face in clouds
so lost in themself
too selfish for
anyone else
tall people
oh why jesus why?
with their different heads in the sky
lanky twats
that has to be said
when i'm king it's
off with their legs
( x )
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shit tea poems
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shit tea poems ( a ? )
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shit poems about tea brief shite odes to the mighty brew ( fuck it, that'll do ) ...
in a bit ( s )
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in a bit ( s ) ( s o m e 5 / 7 / 5 )
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bastard scraps of rhymes
those broken-biscuit-tin times
( seven 'til half nine )
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hallelujah & out the other one
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hallelujah & out the other one ( s o m e v e r s e )
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my messiah complex speaks fluent german my messiah complex has never worn sandals my messiah complex is a musical person ( as ) my messiah complex thinks that he's handel ...
scared of mayors
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scared of mayors ( a t r u e s t o r y )
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i'm scared of mayors i fear the mayors their wicked stares i'm mayor aware trust not those mayors those robes - beware come sleep they're there nightmares of mayors ( ! ) ...
then when day dreams
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when day dreams ( a ? & a ~ )
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then when day dreams so lucidly
vague undertones for something's sake
elusive - yes confusingly
a dozy sun, a piece of cake
so vivid yet still snoozing free
unspecified - the stuff of shapes
a bleary sky, a whoozy breeze
the dog's nackers
( day never wake )
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( a ) lone poem
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( a ) lone poem ( s o m e p i f f l e v e s t )
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my heart is on a treasure hunt
searching for gems & gold
my soul it is on holiday
yep, somewhere very cold
my mind has travelled back in time
to well ancient b.c
so now i'm bored, i'm drinking tea
& watching shit t.v
( in peace )
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a very modern lament
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a modern lament ( a p o e t r y e s s a y ( 1 0 s e c o n d r e a d ) )
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one-eyed cyclops qwerty psi-ops conscious desktop tempting matchbox burning night off soothing eyes pop falling laptops how come? ( black box ) ...
balladeer dream
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balladeer dream ( a h o p e i n v e r s e – f o r m )
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i'd like to be a balladeer thence wander far & near but mainly near - i can't be arsed to stray too far from here yet still i'd graft with ballad fare yeah, all that crazy shoot recounting yarns in rusty barns whilst strumming on me lute a balladeer? oh yes please please no, not soppy pop songs or animals - they're fallow deer stop muddling, you're wrong no cavalier cashiers for me 'stead words with strings i've plucked until death calls ( dum - dum - dee - dum ) & then all's proper fucked ...
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