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Monday, 29 July 2024

There was a friend in me.

 Together until the end
a true forever friend
on which we depend

I can't defend
I can't accept the mend 
I know the creed I now offend

I'm no longer, such a friend.

Wednesday, 24 July 2024

Me, myself and where the fuck did you go.

 Struggle, struggle you fucking muggle
you only spell out words to act as a mental cuddle
you to yourself say bye bye as the thoughts fly by
why why do you even try, I  can no longer chuckle
through the rubble I'd rather pick up that fucking shovel
just to cover you, is my message getting through
this I can no longer do, talking to you through a prescription muzzle
we used to be double but now we're just in trouble
now the conversation has turned into a muddled up puzzle
I was your best, a proper thinking muscle
but you turned me to a fucking liquid puddle
so
Struggle struggle you fucking muggle. 

Monday, 22 July 2024

Artificial jelly.

 Balloon the attention
two plastic bags, a wireless pension
want to see more of me, all I ask is a mention
spread legs to get free, daughter do like me and fuck detention 
all we have is this, what exactly is ascension 
so what if we can't spelly they only jelly, that or they need a southern extension
something to lengthen so for me they can strengthen 
the only tension that I'm aware, is the bra straps digging in my back
peephole so you can scan the barcodes of the perverted invention.

The double D of the 2Dimensional comprehension.


Saturday, 20 July 2024

End is nigh. (Part me)

Came out gasping for the air I can't grasp
walk fast, pray this don't last
but all I have is the mask, so don't ask
can't get past it, until I'm lying in my casket
my head sleeps separated, a real basket case 
the air light fight, no, I wish I could just rest in it. 

Thursday, 18 July 2024

Hungry.

Made for the hunt 
a suicidal runt
a snack made for lunch
a pure animalistic cunt. 

Licky spray, licky spray
hear the lips say
I'll still be me, since I came all this way.