#acdc - Hello Poetry

I’m just a postmodern bush poet Roaming and roving rusty roads Writing, wordsmithing, amid yellow grass Fondling the various ******* of Mother Nature The hills and mountains, all her nooks and crannies Looking at peeled potato sheeps Dreaming about what great stews they would make Listening to a bit of AC/DC With no wuckin’ furries Getting eyed by work dogs With no sense of self-preservation Telling me I’m going to die all the same As those rotting roos lying in the dirt Sodomised by cars just like mine Their pink, esoteric entrails getting pecked out By the crows I call my friends

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Oct 12, 2019

Oct 12, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC

bibliomancie

Bush Poet

I’m just a postmodern bush poet Roaming and roving rusty roads Writing, wordsmithing, amid yellow grass Fondling the various ******* of Mother Nature The hills and mountains, all her nooks and crannies Looking at peeled potato sheeps Dreaming about what great stews they would make Listening to a bit of AC/DC With no wuckin’ furries Getting eyed by work dogs With no sense of self-preservation Telling me I’m going to die all the same As those rotting roos lying in the dirt Sodomised by cars just like mine Their pink, esoteric entrails getting pecked out By the crows I call my friends

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You need a favour done You need it done now But it ain’t the kind of thing You ask of a kind thing You’re having troubles With the girl who laughs like bubbles She’s a pretty thing But here’s a less than pretty thing She ain’t in love with you She’s got you on the brink With just a flirtatious wink But you can see the ring On her dainty little finger And the ring around her eyes When she starts telling you lies She tripped down the stairs So, there’s no reason for you to stare It’s just a bruise It’s just a cut It’s just a lie To cover up her cry For help She’s having troubles With the big man in her life He’s the reason for all her strife He’s the reason for all your strife It ain’t a pretty thing But it might just be a kind thing To do as a favour To make you her saviour Guns and knives Don’t save lives But a kiss from her, An angel in your life, Might just save yours Guns and knives They take lives Got it for cheap You got it for cheap Because there’s no reason why You can’t do it yourself, DIY, Better a filthy act for free Than a ***** deed done dirt cheap

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC

bibliomancie

Got It For Cheap

You need a favour done You need it done now But it ain’t the kind of thing You ask of a kind thing You’re having troubles With the girl who laughs like bubbles She’s a pretty thing But here’s a less than pretty thing She ain’t in love with you She’s got you on the brink With just a flirtatious wink But you can see the ring On her dainty little finger And the ring around her eyes When she starts telling you lies She tripped down the stairs So, there’s no reason for you to stare It’s just a bruise It’s just a cut It’s just a lie To cover up her cry For help She’s having troubles With the big man in her life He’s the reason for all her strife He’s the reason for all your strife It ain’t a pretty thing But it might just be a kind thing To do as a favour To make you her saviour Guns and knives Don’t save lives But a kiss from her, An angel in your life, Might just save yours Guns and knives They take lives Got it for cheap You got it for cheap Because there’s no reason why You can’t do it yourself, DIY, Better a filthy act for free Than a ***** deed done dirt cheap

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Thunder [x10] I was caught In the middle of my dream (thunder) I looked round Hit with fear and excitement, I did scream (thunder) My mind raced As I sat up in my room (thunder) And I knew Tonight, our egoes come to a doom (thunder) Sound of the drums Beating in the clouds Oh thunder, what fun It gave me a start I've been Thunderstruck Building buildings and highways Tainting jungles, moulding towns We think, urbanisation'll fix us, yeah fix us, and it would be fun We set big goals "Re"claimed land to build architectural marvels so fine Broke all the rules But weren't we the fools? No no we, we, we didn't use our minds And they were shaking all the trees Witnessing this, I was pleased Irate nature is feisty, not kind I've been Thunderstruck And they were shaking all the trees Witnessing this, I was pleased Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck It's alright, we're doin' fine It's alright, we're doin' fine, fine, fine Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck Thunderstruck, may we be, may we be Thunderstruck, I've been Thunderstruck Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck I've been Thunderstruck

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC

deeteaful

Thunderstruck

Thunder [x10] I was caught In the middle of my dream (thunder) I looked round Hit with fear and excitement, I did scream (thunder) My mind raced As I sat up in my room (thunder) And I knew Tonight, our egoes come to a doom (thunder) Sound of the drums Beating in the clouds Oh thunder, what fun It gave me a start I've been Thunderstruck Building buildings and highways Tainting jungles, moulding towns We think, urbanisation'll fix us, yeah fix us, and it would be fun We set big goals "Re"claimed land to build architectural marvels so fine Broke all the rules But weren't we the fools? No no we, we, we didn't use our minds And they were shaking all the trees Witnessing this, I was pleased Irate nature is feisty, not kind I've been Thunderstruck And they were shaking all the trees Witnessing this, I was pleased Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck It's alright, we're doin' fine It's alright, we're doin' fine, fine, fine Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck Thunderstruck, may we be, may we be Thunderstruck, I've been Thunderstruck Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck I've been Thunderstruck

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