It's an eye for an eye
and swap a truth
for a lie,
they either **** you or
we'll let you die.
Kindness,
a mess
in a pickle.
In the end, when unseen
and the fairy King changes
into the wicked old Queen and
all the cards
have been marked,
my ignition
catches the sparks
and I come to life.
Old men.
Generally speaking in private
when old men are dribbling or leaking
I keep to myself,
safer that way when the window's
the only way out.
Poetry bothers me much
more than old chimneys
that smoke
down in Battersea.
Anathema.
I smoke **** in order to be
insufficiently free of
deficiency,
which is in any case
all Greek to me.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
It's an eye for an eye
and swap a truth
for a lie,
they either **** you or
we'll let you die.
Kindness,
a mess
in a pickle.
In the end, when unseen
and the fairy King changes
into the wicked old Queen and
all the cards
have been marked,
my ignition
catches the sparks
and I come to life.
Old men.
Generally speaking in private
when old men are dribbling or leaking
I keep to myself,
safer that way when the window's
the only way out.
Poetry bothers me much
more than old chimneys
that smoke
down in Battersea.
Anathema.
I smoke **** in order to be
insufficiently free of
deficiency,
which is in any case
all Greek to me.
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