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Police brutality political chicanery, the privateering of industry that polarises community Poetry you can plainly see is ruining me along with corporation tax and mindless drone attacks, but I can bomb my own flat empty magazines into my own dreams, eject the casings, reload and repeat, I sabotage my own defences IED's I have for tea Nothing feels better than opening a love letter when it blows up in your face That place is reserved In the bunker when the fans are on, when the sound of screaming gulls are gone and the air is scrubbed before we breathe I do believe and that belief is based on movie reels, deals I've done with the Devil and the good lord's son, the ruling class, the kiss my *** brigade and pharmaceutical top grade opiates. If what is is what is what it is and what it takes? I only open my eyes when I'm sleeping and that's to watch me watching me scribbling out some poetry and erasing my body chemistry I can see it if that is it.
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
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Police brutality political chicanery, the privateering of industry that polarises community Poetry you can plainly see is ruining me along with corporation tax and mindless drone attacks, but I can bomb my own flat empty magazines into my own dreams, eject the casings, reload and repeat, I sabotage my own defences IED's I have for tea Nothing feels better than opening a love letter when it blows up in your face That place is reserved In the bunker when the fans are on, when the sound of screaming gulls are gone and the air is scrubbed before we breathe I do believe and that belief is based on movie reels, deals I've done with the Devil and the good lord's son, the ruling class, the kiss my *** brigade and pharmaceutical top grade opiates. If what is is what is what it is and what it takes? I only open my eyes when I'm sleeping and that's to watch me watching me scribbling out some poetry and erasing my body chemistry I can see it if that is it.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
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