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Androgyny follows me as I walk a mile, I sit on a bollard at the side of the road, which to all intents and a purpose, lightens the load, time for a snack! wonder what delights Mother decided to pack? ugh salad, christ what a mess, egg and cress all over the place, but like everything else I face this with fortitude, drink! American cream soda, going to unload that right now, crossing the road I'm into the 'Brown cow' a shady little spot in the snug, by the bar, a pint of best bitter and a bit la di da, I order a ploughman's, crusty and sweet, which to all intents and a purpose is 'right up my street' I walk another mile in the day of many where any if few ever knew me or waved as I passed and at last when the Sun starts to shrink, I start to think of androgyny which follows me. then I sing, androgyny, why is it you follow me, is this why I'm falling through these words that I write for you, destiny, what music you play for me, is this an affinity with a word that is killing me. Mother tells me to wash behind my ears before tea, I chew on a piece of toothpaste to rid my breath of the smell and taste of beer, it's all very queer where I live.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
The final hymn or it may be her
Androgyny follows me as I walk a mile, I sit on a bollard at the side of the road, which to all intents and a purpose, lightens the load, time for a snack! wonder what delights Mother decided to pack? ugh salad, christ what a mess, egg and cress all over the place, but like everything else I face this with fortitude, drink! American cream soda, going to unload that right now, crossing the road I'm into the 'Brown cow' a shady little spot in the snug, by the bar, a pint of best bitter and a bit la di da, I order a ploughman's, crusty and sweet, which to all intents and a purpose is 'right up my street' I walk another mile in the day of many where any if few ever knew me or waved as I passed and at last when the Sun starts to shrink, I start to think of androgyny which follows me. then I sing, androgyny, why is it you follow me, is this why I'm falling through these words that I write for you, destiny, what music you play for me, is this an affinity with a word that is killing me. Mother tells me to wash behind my ears before tea, I chew on a piece of toothpaste to rid my breath of the smell and taste of beer, it's all very queer where I live.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
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