Poetry for the remote control generation

Poetry for the Remote Control Generation

Wreak (after Sean O'Brien)

I am as measured as the distant copse
Hawthornes butt their way into
My path and Molly oh Molly
When I left the old country
Like Paleonius' old horse I died
Died amongst hawthornes and
Lillicaius Provebendiums lilting
To me Derry's caterwauling keen-

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Milk Truck Monday - Sally Suffer

Pain. I tend to my pain. Again
Outside milk trucks inside pain
Fingers prise from me my hands
Lonelier than cousins at a wedding
Hide myself in sheaths of knockbacks
Rejection your scent and pain and pain-

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My Angel - Clementine St Brockenburger

My angel rides upon my shoulder
Makes me take on life much bolder
Watches o'er all my failings
Stops me getting stuck in railings
Little angel freind of mine
Guardian against-

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Interview with a Van Driver - Darklight Dragon Doper

Black satinesque are your twilight forays
Your daytime job is driving lorries
My favorite vampire is a trucker
Yes I've become a vampire f-

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I thought - Faithless

I thought I knew-

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