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I’m from Magh-Allah

not far from Kan-Turk,

this, as you know, is

in the County of Cork.


Down by the coast,

in our own Baltimore,

Algerians once lived

there, in days of yore.


In Cork City there's Izz,

it’s a cafe of from Gaza,
                 /
the Bodhran it is Arabic,

on Oliver Plunkett Plaza.


Oh my we’re diverse, we

can spell Lithuanian, but

that one is easy because

it rhymes with Albanian.


Poles and Ukrainians both

with shops on our streets,

they write kind of different,

when they miss send us tweets.


We got Indians and Blacks

dancing Polka’s and Jigs

Hank Wedel is ouvert and

why they're all at his gigs.


Yet, there are those who still

think, that we need referees,

because to them life’s a game,

so let's red card the refugees.
 9h Man
Lupus-
All I ever wanted was for someone to listen
I wanted someone to pay attention
To tell me things would get better
And that happiness would last forever
I wanted someone to give me advice
All about my life to notice
I wanted someone to understand
To support and lend me a hand
I wanted someone who'd never leave me alone
To know me from deep inside my bone
I wanted someone to love me
As far as the end of the galaxy
I wanted someone to treat me with respect
To make me feel a little perfect
I wanted someone to make me feel special
And to not make my life seem so small
I wanted someone to wipe away all of my tears
Helping me get over my fears
I wanted someone to be my friend
To always bring my misery to an end
Do the flowers mourn when one is picked?
I know that question is kinda morbid and sick.
But I’ve always wondered if they somehow know,
Like for weddings and birthdays that it’s their time to go?

Do they feel sorry for lovestruck dames,
That pull off petals whilst saying their crushes’ names,
That pulled the last petal on “He loves me not”?
Do they feel bad that she’s distraught?

Do they compete on who’s the prettiest?
Each person has an opinion of which flower is the best,
Of their looks are they actually aware,
Do flowers even care?
not speaking your truth does slowly **** you
not the the act of staying silent alone.
it’s the burning hot showers
the tearing at your skin
pulling of your hair
the sobs and screams you hold back on
the fear because safety is nowhere
the knowledge that the only thing
keeping humans from hurting each other
is just a choice based on meager ethics and morals.
The king of what was stands in silence
and surveys his sunsetted realm.
His spine is straight in stiff defiance
of the twilight of the kingdom he’d helmed.

On a plastered pedestal high he stands
surrounded by the waste of his times.
Carved into it, once acclaimed in his lands,
was his name, now covered by vines.

The pale sheen of low sun as winter nears
casts shadows across his etched face.
Its grooves grow deeper year after year —
he’s the gnomon whose shade this sundial has traced.

He takes no note of the thorny brambles
that have entangled his fixed stony feet.
With flinty gaze and wrapped in a mantle
of granite, he keeps watch through storms and sleet.

Now stripped of his titles and even his name,
the proud king of the ruin’s still there.
For while the long night has broken his fame,
still he stands, marked by his unbroken stare.
A “gnomon” is the marker on a sundial whose shadow marks the passage of time. Inspired by a statue of a former king in the Orangerie of Sanssouci Palace.
 3d Man
badwords
""Umm, as far as supportive
He would have to support me financially"
"Umm, I like a man that has money (hahaha)
Umm, that has goals in life..."

It's night but I can't stay asleep
Like you do, straight through till morning
When you pour my coffee and say, "Baby
All that caffeine causes bad dreams
Where all your anxiety is unleashed"

Well, lately my days aren't much better
Can't concentrate when I'm at work
I just think and think until my head hurts
Of the payment plans I'm making
I just wanted to provide for you

But if you wanna make a run for it
My love, I'd cover you
And if you need money for bills
My lover, I could cover you

'Cause I sold some ****, I'm saving up
We can get that house next to the park
I'll get more hours at my dad's shop
Yeah, we'll plan for everything
And we'll enroll in that middle class
Get a compact car full of discount tags
If you're feeling trapped or too attached
Remember we wanted that

But if you need money for bills this month
My love, I'd cover you
And if you have to lie to everyone
Well, I'd cover up for you

'Cause we're growing older, growing up
Just like our parents before us
With your new job at the coffee shop
We're ready for anything
And we'll graduate that middle class
Get a nicer car full of shopping bags
If you're feeling sad, kind of detached
Remember we wanted that
Remember we wanted that
Remember that we wanted it
Yeah, remember

'Cause I sold some ****, I'm saving up
We can get that house next to the park
With the extra hours I picked up
We will pay for everything"
"Remember that we wanted this!"

Man And Wife, The Former (Financial Planning) by Desaparecidos

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNxHfmd-LCs
Your smile reminds me of the sun.
It brightens my life

Your laughter it's like music to my ears. It makes me forget all my problems

Your eyes blue as the ocean the waves of emotion that I feel are overwhelming

But when I am alone.
I think about you non-stop and the life I dream about us together.

Only thinking if you saw this you would think only less of me.

So I eat myself from the inside watching you from the outside

Seeing you happy, smiling, laughing


I see you like that music
I see you like that food
I see you like those clothes
I see you I know you,
But you don't even know my name
My best one yet
 3d Man
Liana
To return home
Alone in your bedroom
Where no one can see you
And to finally let yourself cry
Screaming silently into the night
 3d Man
absinthe
I feel neutral
My cat is purring
I have a type of love
And food
And a roof
Over my head

So why
Do I feel
So dead
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