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Mr Shankley Mar 18
There’s a certain type of vileness,
Only seen inside her iris,
And the dagger lips,
And forked tongues,
Only add to the surprise
That you believed she was genuine,
But the details where the devils in,
And I can see it all clearly
In the features of your face.

There’s treason, ****** treason
In every single reason
Why I love you,
I still love you,
Won’t you come and stay with me?
In this house I have built,
From the cards found up my sleeve,
I promise it won’t blow away
As long as no one breathes.
Mr Shankley Feb 5
Her Dad rolls cones, her Mam racks lines,
Her home is built from lie on lie,
She lies her bones on the bed thinking why,
That boy took a rope to the neck and died,
She held him high in her arms;
Higher in her mind.

He looked at her with reluctant love,
Reluctant enough she’d think nothing of,
His seductive eyes; the boy was shy,
He tucked his pride deep inside his sighs,
Until she held him in her arms;
Held him high in her mind.

The river cries;
Walk beside it.
Untie the love locks,
From the bridge that flies it,
And if they sink,
And Venus floats,
It’ll wash up at your feet,
If you walk far enough.

And now she sees it for the first time,
Beautiful Venus undisguised,
Looks that shook the butterflies,
Inside the veins she cut with knives.
When she remembers she held him,
Not just in her mind.
Mr Shankley Jan 18
I’m the master of darkness
You can’t seem to find,
I’m the recluse in the light;
Too divine,
In the bedroom waiting tight,
Inspired on the balcony
With the rhythm alive,
She seems to curse me
With every sound she makes,
And disagrees
With every breath I take,
Another love on a starlit night;
Wine is blood,
Heart is spite.
By Peter Wolfe (wolfman)
Mr Shankley Oct 2020
Miss Chieftain sang the kids to sleep
and shows them natures slums,
We who followed all believe
we'll be brave when danger comes,
Because the tyrants are behind us
blinded by this foreign sun,
Someone told a lie to them
now they want to send us home.

Take chase in the river
and ***** your lips,
Blow raspberries forever,
find a rock to lick,
We're the heirs of tomorrow
who don't comb their hair,
We'll beg, steal and borrow
Forget the debt we owe to sorrow
Mr Shankley Aug 2020
Our teeth are black, their teeth are white
We praise the day, they praise the night
We know the way of right and wrong
Their tribe is weak, our tribe is strong
We can't be abel until they feel pain
So lets break their bones with a blood soaked cain
Hide their name where no one knows
Under sea or soil or the holy ghost


And when the war comes
We'll take their lives
Take their home
Take their wives
Take their children as slaves
And no one gave a **** about the world
That they created


The man next door has a real nice car
And he walks and he talks from a land afar
His garden shrines are of a different kind
Whatever they are, they're not divine
And if i turned the other cheek he'd spit on it
And if he got the chance he'd be sleeping with
Our wives and daughters
I think its time we taught him
That this place is no place
For a stranger


And when the war comes
We'll take their lives
Take their home
Take their wives
Take their children as slaves
And no one gave a **** about the world
That they created
Mr Shankley Apr 2020
At the bottom of the pit
runs a river of spit,
In the subway rough play
pays out a quid,
Sally's getting pally
with a scally in the ally,
And there's no time to dally
if she wants another hit,

Because it hits the place
that's away from here,
Where the kids don't die,
and the kids aren't feared,
Where poets and dreamers
escape fate sealers,
And the doctors and dealers
are not one and the same.

But when love is laced with
intoxication,
You find no shame
scraping up the pavement,
Twitch the fiction from your lips
when they ask about your kids,
Let them think that your a victim
when your asking for a payment,

Because it hits the place
that's away from here,
Where the kids don't die,
and the kids aren't feared,
Where poets and dreamers
escape fate sealers,
And the doctors and dealers
are not one and the same.
Mr Shankley Mar 2020
Severin speaks in silence
of ****, abuse and violence,
He plays the fool masked tyrant,
when the chance arises.

Conscience keeps him prison,
cataclysm, anarchism,
were thoughts he wasn't missing,
when the chance arisen.
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