Thursday 7 January 2010



Despatch, try this at home, not easy
Tilt the head and turn it, there are too many
French mayors and not enough temples of
Convenience
This is a car engine, Bedankt
I am a crap shot so on the clay pigeon shoot, I waited
For the target to land on the ground, walked over and
Unloaded into it from close range
This was an attempt not to fail like the zig-zagging hare
Clipped at eighty miles per hour, at times like this
I talk too much to myself in a curious
Nasal Liverpudlian delivery
Get myself to a top garage
Meanwhile, the jazz master ended the life of an
Animal, me on t'other hand ended the
Antics of a tease, rotten to the core in this compound of skin
I am Devil
I am laid on the moorland
I am handsome and doing
A terrific job
Distance eye tests are a thing of the past, as is
The girl who puts her
Whole clenched fist into her mouth...party trick
I think about asking if it somebody's birthday as a joke
After a popular tribute song is played but then change my mind
Decide not to
So you are still friends after all
After all i've been told by a potential mate...but not
For kids 'n stuff
That said, cartoon character frog frog birthday cards
Sell to people like this, they ought to try cold cold
Concrete in North Liverpool
Bastards
It may have stopped
I'm about to leave
Following the floating of seasons, the sacred
Feminine brings his rabbit audience
The UK finds neighbour
Lying dead
Sensible
At last...a result

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