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Drum and bass - the engine revs, Tyres grind and squelch into the hardpan. The cab rises with a squall of angry breath, Lurches forward with a shudder. Wrought iron gates heaved shut Hinges squeal like a pig, they are a pig. Slamming metal resonates In secure embrace. Ugly black rubber stains the concrete - Mascara on a cheap ***** If the rumbling cages are food for the beast Then I am stood in its bowels. The sour smell of rotting food Mixed with washing powder and bleach pollute. Greasy plastic, rancid fat Makes me recoil and retch. In a gap in the tar she grows. Raising her head to the sun in oblivious defiance
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
Dandelion
Drum and bass - the engine revs, Tyres grind and squelch into the hardpan. The cab rises with a squall of angry breath, Lurches forward with a shudder. Wrought iron gates heaved shut Hinges squeal like a pig, they are a pig. Slamming metal resonates In secure embrace. Ugly black rubber stains the concrete - Mascara on a cheap ***** If the rumbling cages are food for the beast Then I am stood in its bowels. The sour smell of rotting food Mixed with washing powder and bleach pollute. Greasy plastic, rancid fat Makes me recoil and retch. In a gap in the tar she grows. Raising her head to the sun in oblivious defiance
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
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