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It's My Charley Horse
It's my Charley horse, not your Romulus
riding a pale cramp, put a nickel in it
and ride your own ZZ Topp
but lowriders are for pussies
My soul is too cold to wear deeply
but my corpse asks for no harps
justice served for my quack in the box
welcoming you to my fuckin' porno
In defecation, I shat running feces
to see how it runs on the bedpost
with a macabre aneurysm
keeping the light on at Motel 6
Black wings are for growing on the back
not for driving a pink Cadillac Escalade
or for Silas Marner's religion in verses
forgive me Father for pinning a boo-boo
Taking a pair of pliers to give birth
to my white-washed silent proclivities
bloodstained roadkill on a Harley
scratching the devil's back
riding a pale cramp, put a nickel in it
and ride your own ZZ Topp
but lowriders are for pussies
My soul is too cold to wear deeply
but my corpse asks for no harps
justice served for my quack in the box
welcoming you to my fuckin' porno
In defecation, I shat running feces
to see how it runs on the bedpost
with a macabre aneurysm
keeping the light on at Motel 6
Black wings are for growing on the back
not for driving a pink Cadillac Escalade
or for Silas Marner's religion in verses
forgive me Father for pinning a boo-boo
Taking a pair of pliers to give birth
to my white-washed silent proclivities
bloodstained roadkill on a Harley
scratching the devil's back
Published 12th Mar 2023
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