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Poetic T Feb 2020
We Hooking Up Postcodes
Poetic T
Feb 2020
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
We see the youngens, they little bait,
but once we hooked them,they'll be
piranha's in our tank, stripping the
dignity from out of your
voice in 20 seconds flat.
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
We strung up your boys, gasping for air.
But once we got our hooks on you
were gutting you easy.
But not before we get what we need from
your pleads.
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
Look little fish you in a tank of sharks,
we grin our grills gravestones of what you
see last before your dispatched.
But don't you worry there are plenty to keep
you company down there, you ain't the first
and you ain't going to be the last.
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
We got nicknamed the fisherman, we sail into
your town catching what ever we want.
We don't scrap the sea floor hoping
for a catch. We fish for the real deal.
Disillusioned of the fish bowl they swimming in.
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
Making it even easier to catch, to turn them from
neighbourhood trash to one of our sharks.
showing other that once we got you hooked,
the only way you leaving is dead floating at the
bottom of the tank.
We coming to your postcode.
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
We see the youngens, they little bait,
but once we hooked them,they'll be
piranha's in our tank, stripping the
dignity from out of your
voice in 20 seconds flat.
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
We strung up your boys, gasping for air.
But once we got our hooks on you
were gutting you easy.
But not before we get what we need from
your pleads.
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
Look little fish you in a tank of sharks,
we grin our grills gravestones of what you
see last before your dispatched.
But don't you worry there are plenty to keep
you company down there, you ain't the first
and you ain't going to be the last.
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
We got nicknamed the fisherman, we sail into
your town catching what ever we want.
We don't scrap the sea floor hoping
for a catch. We fish for the real deal.
Disillusioned of the fish bowl they swimming in.
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
Making it even easier to catch, to turn them from
neighbourhood trash to one of our sharks.
showing other that once we got you hooked,
the only way you leaving is dead floating at the
bottom of the tank.
We coming to your postcode.
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
letting go, fact.
Luzita Pomé Oct 2018
Confetti Scales
Luzita Pomé
Oct 2018
Soft melodies of the deep sea echo
Moonlight dances on my pretty scales
And icy bubbles whirl under my chest
Through my slippery hair
And down into my lungs to clear the way for overflowing foam
Laughter splashes behind my lips as my anticipation rises
Waiting for a night of twisted fairy-tales and uncalled for surprises.
Shimmering bodies swarm in spirals
Grinding in unison with the waves crashing at the surface
We're anxious for overflowing foam and hidden treasures
Purple light pierces the dark like shards of crystals
Casting a ghostly shade on bulbous faces
Pressure rises as each wave surges
Whirlpools of hot breath suffocate our gills
But the sidelines are shallow
And stragglers float motionless
Hair like seaweed at the nape of his neck
Unbuttoned linen soaked and dripping
Her hollow eyes glow green
Like the jelly orbs of a fish under florescent lights
She’s pressed against a boy who has hooks for fins
Searching for the parts that are edible
Tender, Scale-less, Slippery
Nothing wrong with being the catch of the day
Right?
Bubbles rise and pop as the last melodies drown
Schools of us are begging for shiny hooks and bad decisions
A handsome boy has been smiling all the while
He’s caught in a fisherman’s net
Craving salty lips and the spell to make him a man
But fisherman don't care for little mermaids
With hearts like sea glass and no hidden treasures to steal
Sweaty fins splash and cheer
The fishbowl shatters
Sea glass spills out onto sand
We squirm and flop onto land
Gasping without air to breathe
As our mouths and ***** thoughts dry in the sun
Leaving behind fresh meat without mouths to feed.
Rainbow confetti was stuck in the grooves of my scales
Wet clothes left on the floor of a steamy bathroom
Gasping and moaning into tile
With the face of a handsome stranger
Because this meat shouldn't go to waste
And I'm drunken with desperation
For overflowing foam, jewels, and shiny hooks
But I'm just another fish in the sea
Tumbling in the waves with my rainbow confetti scales.
Moonlight dances on my pretty scales
And icy bubbles whirl under my chest
Through my slippery hair
And down into my lungs to clear the way for overflowing foam
Laughter splashes behind my lips as my anticipation rises
Waiting for a night of twisted fairy-tales and uncalled for surprises.
Shimmering bodies swarm in spirals
Grinding in unison with the waves crashing at the surface
We're anxious for overflowing foam and hidden treasures
Purple light pierces the dark like shards of crystals
Casting a ghostly shade on bulbous faces
Pressure rises as each wave surges
Whirlpools of hot breath suffocate our gills
But the sidelines are shallow
And stragglers float motionless
Hair like seaweed at the nape of his neck
Unbuttoned linen soaked and dripping
Her hollow eyes glow green
Like the jelly orbs of a fish under florescent lights
She’s pressed against a boy who has hooks for fins
Searching for the parts that are edible
Tender, Scale-less, Slippery
Nothing wrong with being the catch of the day
Right?
Bubbles rise and pop as the last melodies drown
Schools of us are begging for shiny hooks and bad decisions
A handsome boy has been smiling all the while
He’s caught in a fisherman’s net
Craving salty lips and the spell to make him a man
But fisherman don't care for little mermaids
With hearts like sea glass and no hidden treasures to steal
Sweaty fins splash and cheer
The fishbowl shatters
Sea glass spills out onto sand
We squirm and flop onto land
Gasping without air to breathe
As our mouths and ***** thoughts dry in the sun
Leaving behind fresh meat without mouths to feed.
Rainbow confetti was stuck in the grooves of my scales
Wet clothes left on the floor of a steamy bathroom
Gasping and moaning into tile
With the face of a handsome stranger
Because this meat shouldn't go to waste
And I'm drunken with desperation
For overflowing foam, jewels, and shiny hooks
But I'm just another fish in the sea
Tumbling in the waves with my rainbow confetti scales.
A school dance
Laura Blaise Feb 2011
Hooks.
Laura Blaise
Feb 2011
There are hooks in you
I am only fickle finned
I cannot swim fast enough
To **** my mouth onto yours
Because-
There are games in you
A hunting sport
A terror red ravaging game
You relish it as the juices drip down your chin
There are hooks in you
And I am only fickle finned
Pulling me into you
Teeth and claws sharper, gashing deeper
-Secret pleasure in the raw raw flesh
There are rumours shrouding you
Bullet words hurtling through my skull
Plumetting through leaves, through everything I know
There are hooks in you
And I am only feather winged
I cannot float fast enough
To embed your bullet in my chest
Because-
This is a game to you
A hunting sport
A biting, sinking, blood filled game
There are hooks in you
And all this hunting, swelling, biting
All this heaving, sweating, fighting
All this terror, flying, swimming
All this hooking, shooting, chasing
Does me no good,
For I am fickle finned
I am feather winged
And this is a game
To you.
I am only fickle finned
I cannot swim fast enough
To **** my mouth onto yours
Because-
There are games in you
A hunting sport
A terror red ravaging game
You relish it as the juices drip down your chin
There are hooks in you
And I am only fickle finned
Pulling me into you
Teeth and claws sharper, gashing deeper
-Secret pleasure in the raw raw flesh
There are rumours shrouding you
Bullet words hurtling through my skull
Plumetting through leaves, through everything I know
There are hooks in you
And I am only feather winged
I cannot float fast enough
To embed your bullet in my chest
Because-
This is a game to you
A hunting sport
A biting, sinking, blood filled game
There are hooks in you
And all this hunting, swelling, biting
All this heaving, sweating, fighting
All this terror, flying, swimming
All this hooking, shooting, chasing
Does me no good,
For I am fickle finned
I am feather winged
And this is a game
To you.