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Mind Games
- https://soundcloud.com/slinky94/mind games
- Your sitting troubled,
- con fubled, mind muddled.
- The supple, juggle
- of your struggle
- in a tug of war,
- of which we lack muscle.
- In this tussle,
- im the one waring the mussel,
- this cauldron bubbles,
- spills and burns through rubble.
- Erupts and causes a rut,
- ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,
- the cycle repeats until you can no longer give a fuck.
- I walk with a manly strut,
- down the street to the car,
- over the bridge, i drive off,
- sunk like a drunk
- until all the air bubbles have popped.
- But I'm not going to stop,
- push on top, as if i never dropped and
- put a stop to your mocks.
- I demand to be acknowledged,
- of the prodigy i polish,
- the insomnia that's chronic
- cause these words are polyphonic,
- formed from a broken promise,
- I'm the crane here to demolish,
- leave debris as an immense consequence,
- building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,
- when i say "hay" i expect you to wave,
- suck my dick and behave. That's how i like to be plaid.
- It's same shit everyday, day after day, all the same.
- This game needs a change, I'm here to stay,
- oh what a shame.
- Do you need a tissue to soak up the tears you display.
- Do you want me to prey for you to be okay?
- or wipe your ass when you need your nappy replaced.
- But HAY!
- the thrush you cush
- must be enough to counteract the the bipolar lust,
- learn to adjust, please stop sitting on every dick you touch,
- for a buck. Do you take change? i don't seem to have enough,
- out luck, rusted clutch, TD has put you in a crutch.
- Spill some blood, trickle a little lust
- release the latch and let it flood
- surf the titan size waves we must, dive deep,
- plunge the knife, skins too tough
- cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood
- spread the slush, paper thin, "ouch a paper cut" oozing a lot a blood
- "thud" there goes your head, bouncing around like a
- slinky, so robust, trust what i say is the evil of dusk
- life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts
- must become difficult to stand in position whilst they
- force upon you images of a dismantled body,
- one you did not dismantle fully.
- The shame coves over you like never before,
- the tension builds and suddenly everyone drops to the floor,
- and you running for the door. PAUSE.. rewind.. now do it
- in slow motion for the cause. PAUSE.. forward.. FUCK!
- they caught me just as lit my torch..
- to burn this fucking court to the floor.
By Anonymous
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