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Chicken Sep 24
We say it’s broken
But it just hurts
Cause we don’t like
Gettin’ down and
Diggin’ in the dirt
Feel it to heal it
That’s what they say
Well if you ain’t feelin’
You ain’t livin’ anyway
Yeeeah
You ain’t livin’ anyway
This is a short song about hearts. It’s in the style of blues. Extra Note .. the feeling or idea of a broken heart, is a sign of a fully functioning, perfectly working heart.
Chicken Sep 23
Go on then
Do your worst
I don’t think that it will work
Go on then

Do your worst
Do your worst
Do your worst

Wounds, they hurt
I don’t think that it will work

Do your worst
Do your worst
Do your worst

It’l fly
Fly straight over my head

Do your worst
Do your worst
Do your worst

For a kettle of vultures
Bleeding wounds come first
So go on then

Do you worst
Do your worst
Let me see you
Do your worst
Chicken Sep 23
Insufferable
That’s how I feel
Yeah, you missed a bit
But then so did I
There’s not a lot
that either of us can do.
Stan Marsh is a character in the animated series, Southpark.
Chicken Sep 22
We would have
got up to no good anyway
caused trouble
mischief
laughed a lot
when we shouldn’t have
and written the silliest of lyrics on those rainy days

These will be the downs
of our new up’s
The hidden frowns behind
our cups
as we drink a toast with our new belle and beau
Drink a toast with our new belle and beau.
The cup runneth full. Or does it?
Chicken Sep 22
She’s like a corpse
Following me down the street
Brushing past me in the shop
To get her kicks, because she’s deadened
All that lives
Is her hair
It’s still there, somehow
Charged by something other than her
Maybe it’s 5G.
Chicken Sep 22
The veggie burger of dismay
Long may it be there
Where it lay
At the bottom
Of
The
Bin.
It’s just for fun :D
Chicken Sep 22
When he slept
I saw
The peace in his face
He was the cherub
Dealing drugs
He was the greek god
Aspiring to be a ****
He was the wonderful light
Darkened like a burned out building
Full of charm
Of homelessness
Of Victory
Violence,
and of whisky,
Oh come bear witness,
Ronnie’s face.
My sons father. He fell asleep before the rest of us one evening, and I fell in love. We spent 10 or so years together.
The moral? It isn’t love if it doesn’t include everything.
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