The Shenanigans

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A quick random poem i wrote, let me know what you think, and if you want to hear my dulcet tones recite it then head here:

Submitted: May 02, 2018

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Submitted: May 02, 2018



Perversely observing the shenanigans

sprinkle optic feast with tarragon

make it taste pukka you little dumb fucker

slipped tongue joke, cheshire cat smile through vaporised smoke

consuming pressure cooker coke, with a bloke we called henry


outside there’s a spark, which enlightens the dark

discussing souls loan shark,

the whole is empty and closed from entry


clasped hands are turning, last light is burning

creeping doubts returning, painted on faces gurning

please be upstanding, brace for crash landing


the conclusions fade, consumed by the encroaching shade

an often calculated trade when h20 is craved

former shell of a shape, draped across the landscape


washed up on mornings shore, screaming for an encore

to witness the chatterbox tour, a spiral eyed trap door

build it they’ll attend, until the bitter end


no verses to spare, eyes met with blank stare

members only palliative care, sorry

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