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many, many tickets still available ( p o e m )
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every night i fall in the story of my life it's a musical on ice the reviews have not been nice all critics are dicks so i care not for their gripes plus my legs look good in tights & show on goes this shite ( called life ) ...
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armpits are bottomless ( a n o b s e r v a t i o n )
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armpits are bottomless
that's your arse-bit
'tween hairy cheeks there lies
yonder dark pit
both are pure poetry
listen - hark it
armpits are bottomless
that's your arse-bit
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blame the uncles ( a p o e t v e r s e r y i s m i z a t i o n a l e s s a y )
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honey suckled dusty knuckles
hens are bumbling in huddles
stuff in bundles, shush a mumble
english shit - don't give a fuckle
up a muscle trouble funnels
gemini eyes seeing doubles
ape-scrapes drunk in monkeyed tunnels
personally i
blame the uncles
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dandelion poem ( a f u c k i n ‘ p o e m )
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dandelions never roar hunt in packs or nap lest snore dandelions they aint cats but they're lions that's a fact dandelions look their best always as their name suggests dandelions over there & the other - everywhere - ...
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nipping out ( ? )
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my shaky knees they face the breeze a sneeze achoos statues say cheese the sky it groans in sun dialled tones as bees bumble in bungalows a jigsaw jigs as shovels dig above my head hand glides a pig oh holy cow, a rose hip bows some mystery is there somehow plus shit it creeps, them oblique speak of normals stuff the cupboard's bleak an elbow sighs as blankets dry pure pantomime aye - slap my thigh a polar bear swallows the mayor as tyre fitters are going spare my shaky knees they face the breeze to yonder shop go knees & me ...
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that voice somewhere ( s o m e ? )
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strip naked & then
smear your bod
with plum jam
then wait for those wasps
with their sting
after stang
incessant that hell
you're in sheer
agony
then wonder
oh why
do you listen
to me
( ? )
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cauliflower ear ache ( a n o t h e r ? . . . )
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my achy eared pet cauliflower has sadly died at the not-bad age of eighty nine ( in cauliflower years ) ...
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see yuh then … ( a c o n t e m p o r a r y s h i t e – t r i c k )
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from the tip of a tongue, from the nib of a pen as a unicorn roars toodleooh - see yuh then in the squint of an eye, in the scratch of an ear or the twitch of a nose this poem's disappeared ( gone ) ...
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drama queens ( a s h i t e b u t t r u e p o e m )
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us dumb apes live in bubbles some efforts then their muddles a green shoot, a new dawn calls ( ? ) then bliss - the same old struggles such storms within these bubbles we live to feel their fuddles a bubble burst yet that's far worse that's actual fuckin' trouble ...
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winking through the afternoon ( a ? )
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we're winking through the afternoon we're grown adults - its sad but true we're winking through the afternoon so watch where it goes - it might get you we're winking through the afternoon with ninja flicks, spin from the wrist we're winking through the afternoon we're playing games of tiddlywinks ...
