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
If you want to hear my dulcet tones reciting it then head over here!
https://soundcloud.com/shake-n-bake-gaming/the-shenanigans
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