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Who's Lorry Now
Silent waste basket of dark dreams
rolled-up ball of shredded memories
Dressed in cliches of my subconscious
masturbating as if it were a sin
Who's lorry now your corpse decay
staining my insanity's silent bouquet
As you blow with swollen pale lips
sweet daddy's piccolo
In anger management's menagerie
of the cunt's deep calamity
As the twilight sours
and your prescription is half-empty
Who's lorry now your corpse decay
all this BS for a roll in the hay
Then to suckle your bones
of marrow's breath
rolled-up ball of shredded memories
Dressed in cliches of my subconscious
masturbating as if it were a sin
Who's lorry now your corpse decay
staining my insanity's silent bouquet
As you blow with swollen pale lips
sweet daddy's piccolo
In anger management's menagerie
of the cunt's deep calamity
As the twilight sours
and your prescription is half-empty
Who's lorry now your corpse decay
all this BS for a roll in the hay
Then to suckle your bones
of marrow's breath
Published 26th May 2024
| Edited 27th May 2024
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