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it was in the alligator purse that you kept it in
on a leash connected next to the septic tin
and in the dazzling dark were they would undoubtedly milk it
for the fun and the lark of the escape after they had terrified you
as it resembled the chic in the fashion magazines

either dead or alive because the air holes were blocked
by the paste created when the cream leaked in to the pot
and the crick of his neck when you bent him over like a spoon
was the sound of betrayal as his smile faded like a clown
left out in the rain

it took a hammer to the knees to jerk you into
an appropriate level of consciousness to
turn on the light and make your way out
stepping over the guests like pests
where did you get your broom from?

a hammer to the knees to jerk you into
an appropriate level of consciousness to
turn your wrist to the correct angle
and wrestle the hours back that you lost
where did you get your brood from?

she was travelling home with a tramp on her back
her step lacking rhythm like a junkie lackin' smack
in the rooth of her tooth was buried a cynical chap
who would consistently snipe and attack her

in the midnight rings of fellas
reciting their spells
incantations said to make you think
they're wishing you a-well
in the midnight flavour
of your favourite pack of crisps
they make you dark enough to taste
that you're not one to think

it was in the alligator purse that you kept it in
on a leash connected next to the septic tin
and in the dazzling dark were they would undoubtedly milk it
for the fun and the lark of the escape!
Last edited by Jammydude44 at Aug 26, 2009,