I didn't -
fall out of love
I tumbled, backward;
overly-tired
chocking on Z's
and poetry:
my, indecent way of
overexposing my
love for you
and
no one likes to be embarrassed
but
I'd rather be that than
without you
so I tortured myself
I strangle my own neck
over and over again
with palms that
want nothing to do with me;
I'd rather
fall asleep
under water
than
breathe this way
*anymore

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p-ick
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Eck Ramsay, a retired underwire manufacturer,
bought a boil in the bag cod slice at his local Spar shop.
Upon removal of its cardboard outer garments
he was surprised to find it contained a small book.
The book titled the Plaice of Cod
(a philosophical treatise on theology)
contained many essays on the ancient rites of summer,
several of which were wildly inaccurate
and a few that were accurately wild.
In the appendix there were twenty-three songs
attributed to a medieval troubadour,
who led a travelling medicine show called the Rollwrong Stones.
  
William Lancaster Blake built himself a chocolate castle
on a hollow hill and sold it to his mate Bill,
a scribbler of worthy words who wrote of the hills and lakes
and how long it takes for the ghosts of soldiers to cross the fells especially when led by centaurs.
  
Self-proclaimed king, My Other Pen drags on,
took to haranguing passers-by with tales of dancing seals
and Jewish fiddlers who wouldn’t play marriages on the Sabbath, and how the wedding guests always got ******.

Stan Tony and Drew made up the crew
which some say numbered sixty-nine
or seventy-two, but no-one could swear
how many were there especially
on the Whispering Nights……… when nothing seemed right
and the cattle lowed on their knees.
And the slightest breeze on a pewter plate
would vanish the seed that couldn’t be seen,
and dreamers would dream
of jumping through flames
that carried the names
of those who were soon to be dead.

Goats head soup
with yarrow root
was served to the guests …..whose favourite request
was Wort of Sacred Johnny,
they'd dance all night …..till the Isis light
sent the Oak root bones …..scurrying home
to the place where the days are shorter.
When the dew on the grass  …..comes to pass
and the herbs have been nailed to the doorway,
when the heron's been kissed…and all are well dressed
and the False ones only moved slightly
the cuckoos will sing. "a new day I bring"
and the treetops will shake with the dancers
the day is but done and the Knights just begun
to get a little bit longer.
   But stranger than this was the wish of the dish that had it away with the spoon. "hey.. kat play that fiddle"
And riddle me no riddle
I need to get high as the moon….
"which moon?" enquired the hare "Kieth or the very Reverent moon?"
"Oh either will do…. Their just different shoes
to the ones I'm currently wearing"
and with no more ado…… Stan Tony and Drew
the Stones roadie crew
withdrew
for the next seven years
their horses drank tears
and everyone's fears
were fried up for breakfast
with marmalade toast
two sausage
mushrooms
and beans
eggs over easy
rashers done crispy
a fried slice or two
and a teapot of glue
to ensure it stuck to the belly.

The mushrooms of course enjoyed these proceedings to such an extent that they were inspired to compose poems praising the nights adventures, these were subsequently published in the society pages of the Lost and Found trade journal.

So what do you want from me, you want a ton from me?
You ain't getting none from me. Stop with the pleasantries, peasant please you gotta pay the apparent fees.
If you don't you'll get stung by rampant bees just like the rhymes I identify, the marks I leave on you will solidify, don't bother tryna nullify me you can't run-if-I chase you.
What'll happen to your suit-if-I drop these lyrical napalms on your glory? Things'll get gory so rub some lotion on your payin' palms although I doubt that's gonna protect you.
Notice how my mouth affects you. As the British say: "Flipping eck!" I'll slit your neck. Me and rhymes where does that point intersect? Right here while I'm crushing this little tiny insect.

This is the perfect composer for Google.
A thin woman was like a wet runner. This
is the man from Brazil. The cells that you
play with your friends, daughters,            prostitutes
and girls, sisters and sisters in the world.
When I sit down, I'm not sure what I drink.
"If you're a double American champion,
if you're an American, you can use it,   the
Google story, I'm not sure what I'm not
sure about." "Are you by Google, you will
be there in all the colors of cinnamon,
the soul of the girl will be destroyed
in the United States in the Dutchman's car,
the pool and the parents of the swan's
brain, head and Gamma with a girl,
a member of his father, is a great composer
of Google, prostitution in oral reports,
the first time in history, this is a dream
of Brazil, playing with his friends
in "smart people, prostitutes
and people,   and Your sister, *****.
You have been mistreated in many
ways when I am not sure what I was
sitting on,                                     it is not a song
for a small cable.
"If you look at Google,      they will
learn to walk, there is no escape,                     they remain in this,
like the gang that plays with the race,
Barbie Bag
and Sarovaran Babe Bag's Bag".   In addition,
other spices, users. This is a Brazilian dream:         "I'm not sure,
I'm not sure, I'm not sure", American
champion
Dover, employed hero William Dinit Street Day,
girl and sister if Google learns to go.                     "United States,
the front wall, the Barbie bag
and the Sarovaran
team parents and other spices, users of the earth,
leave their brain at the bottom of the screen,   this is the perfect songwriter
                 for Google's friends"                                      If you are a pioneer
in doubles, if Google can learn to work
with avant-garde on the wall,    wise bearded Saravaren
had other characteristics,        jobs and users of the land.  
"This is a story
                                                                ­                                   about
              the slim ******* on Google Stree ...
Tell me, a little boy and his sister ... Google,
learn how to get Americans,  Dutch walkers,
parents and parents., William Day, Finite
Street, writer. of a girl and a sister, 
is not learning how to get there, the bag Baby,
his team and his parents Sarova.   In addition,
other spices, the land users Gossip;
this is a Brazilian dream of the Play room's
friends, friends and friends face shredded
and bright students When I sit on the street,
I do not know why I do it Ah, I also like
to say. "An open dialogue, telling people
about Eck that Google has won is not
a song. "The American captain of Dover,
an employee of the Ottoman hero William
Dinit, some violence and a sister;
If you google you will learn how to get to America,
vanguard, crew, hijira and sister Barbie
and sarovaran.Also,     other users of the land spice,
a former **** star who hits the *******
and bells, inform the thugs, is the perfect composer
for Google,     a thin woman was so fluid
in Brazil, her daughters, her children and their dogs,
sisters and sisters in the world, When I feel,
I'm not sure what drink, that the doubles champion
of America if the US, can use it,      Google history,
I'm not sure what I'm not sure, I'm sure
"you're on Google,  you'll be there in all the colors
of cinnamon, fishing in a circus,                              the soul of the child
will be destroyed in the United States,
Dutch cars, a pool table and the beautiful
swan points. Go and cut her face with
a girl, entangled is a great composer
of Google, the mouth of prostitution,                        apparently
the first time in history,                                              is a Brazilian dream,
play with your friends in your                                   "room, smart people,
people and their sister, the ***** abuses
in many ways when I'm not sure how I sat,
it's not a song for a little cable.                                  "If you look
at Google, you will learn to walk,
there is no escape, in this, while the gang plays race,
Barbie bag and Sarovaran's Babe bag
Ba-be bag "On the other hand, other spices,              Brazilian users;
This is a dream .." Of course, I'm not sure,
I'm not sure ", the American Champion Dover,
the hero of the workers William Dinit Street
Day, the girl and her sister, if Google,                       you learn to go ".
The United States, the front wall,  
the crew of the parents Barbie
Bag and Sarovaran and other spices,
is the perfect composer of Google.
A thin woman was like a wet runner.
This is the man from Brazil.                                                     In the cells,
you play with your friends daughters,
prostitutes and *******,            sisters
and sisters in the world. When I sit,
I'm not sure what I want to drink "If
you're a double American champion,
                                                                ­                  if you're an American,
                                                                ­             you can use it on the web.