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Smoke That In Your Pipe
As the hangnail screams
of dark hysteria
with death in the stirrups
there is silence
In this manmade coffin
pale in eternal slumber
too late to save the corn
in the devil's urinal
Until the light is born
or awakes with wings
and the crow takes flight
with chattering teeth
God Bless the little cobs
saving them from the firey fob
as the Bohemian smacks dawn
smoke that in your pipe
of dark hysteria
with death in the stirrups
there is silence
In this manmade coffin
pale in eternal slumber
too late to save the corn
in the devil's urinal
Until the light is born
or awakes with wings
and the crow takes flight
with chattering teeth
God Bless the little cobs
saving them from the firey fob
as the Bohemian smacks dawn
smoke that in your pipe
Published 14th Jan 2023
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14th Jan 2023 3:55pm
14th Jan 2023 4:19pm
Anonymous
16th Jan 2023 9:38am
Maybe you should be banging a drum and reading this aloud. Just a thought 🤔.
16th Jan 2023 1:55pm
