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More Meet Eat the meet and feel well Get a bad gut do the trots To the toilet ***** it all up You ate rancid meat Or was it poisoned On purpose as you’re here An invading army doing bad Nothing good comes from it Except dead Russian soldiers Who ate off meat in rusty tins Found in a bombed out house Call it karma for the war You go there you risk Not just bullets and shells Maybe you were poisoned On purpose or it was an accident The result is the same Ill Russian soldiers who puke Some will die painful deaths Give those well more meat…
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Aug 27, 2022
Aug 27, 2022 at 5:36 PM UTC
More Meet
Your soul's obscene The worst I've seen Your soul's to putrid It's been polluted Your soul's turned rancid It's stagnant and placid You are a travesty An unforgivable tragedy Stick that needle in your arm Anything that harms Pop those pills You have no self will Continue doing what you do But you can count on this, I'm through The smell of death surrounds you Your choices are growing few I'm tired of being on the wall, the fly Just sitting here watching you die
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
An Obscene, Putrid Soul
This world is a swam with a broken neck, rotting on the canal side. While the junk of human life floats in the deep-dirt water; The cans, wrappers and sunken shopping trolleys. Rancid under a sun sweating light. With all the eyes that dare not look on the physical, nor the metaphysical; for fear of clarity.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
Broken swan
With the reception I'm getting from you I might as well be in Timbuktu It's a growing feeling of deja vu All my words you misconstrue I tried to explain till in the face I'm peacock blue One of these days your gonna get whats due And life, on you is gonna chew And spit you out like rancid stew Then maybe you will feel bad for what you do Treating me like a pair of old tennis shoes Walking on me until your through An apology is overdue Don't give me that look you know it's true With you every thing is a hullabaloo I think I'll find someone new With them I'll move to Kallamazo There my life you can't askew
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
Rancid Stew