Poetry

this is popular culture

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this is popular culture ( #30 sick sec read wiv loadsa lols innit )

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this is popular culture

wank pop on them radios

playing all the latest guff

on their must-have gramophones


hit parades - seventy eights

young uns on that interweb

celebrities in journals

circuses & well-stale bread


funny fashioned loosened trews

heavy petting on t.v

the hash stags & the shit chips

the robots & the zombies


this is popular culture

& it's all so fucking shite

but in dreams it sucks my cock

so i best be off

goodnight

( x )

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compliments to your condiments

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compliments to your condiments by best before janaury 1 a.d

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compliments

to your condiments

i'm astonished

this is quite the accomp-lishment


you have confidence

with your condiments

many mustards, mayonnaises, chutneys

competence


all the sauces - for the courses

from bog-standard

to the pinnacle

of opulence


yes compliments

to your condiments

but they need food dick'ead

what's f' lunch

( ? )

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chattering distant whispers

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chattering distant whispers by 40 seconds of your life taken forever

( if you read this )

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( i'm )

listening to chattering distant whispers

carried far

from overseas


on my left heel is an irksome blister

still i stand

it stops not me


( i'm )

listening to chattering distant whispers

tucked away

within the breeze


they talk of walls

& the thoughts of confucius

so presumably these whispers

were originally chinese

( ? )

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i am an inflatable man

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i am inflatable man

by 20 lines of 8/8/5/5/8 syllables with line 2 rhyming with line 5 times 4 read

( simples )

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i am an inflatable man

yes - just like a tyre or a chair

or sort-of dinghy

thingamijiggy

so just pump us up with some air


we stick like glue to our own kind

aye - my wife is a blow-up doll

our children: balloons

with faces like moons

but we too have hearts, minds & souls


these things aint debatable man

oh no - so don't be so stroppy

sometimes i'm punctured

there's a hole somewhere

then i wilt & go all floppy


i am an inflatable man

yet nevertheless i'm a man

we're just like you but

struggle in high winds

so please accept us if you can

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good morning?

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good morning? by 48 syllables in 16 lines of 3 syllabes per-line read

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good morning?

dunno yet

it's early

i'm well-slept


the sunshine

is present

the air here

is clement


it should be

it could turn

with dark clouds

then things burn


then mayhem

& end times

a maybe

'should be fine

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