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[sid] => 166758
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => crash and burn
[time] => 2011-07-12 12:50:53
[hometext] => bit messy this. Just playing with words. Thought I'd share it but it is a bit rough just yet!
[bodytext] => I'm in my Jag time starts to lag I light a fag and take a drag I'm such a stag but there's a snag she's on the rag (carries her bag) evening complete we're out. We eat It starts to sleet she cries and greets she leaves her seat stamping her feet don't feel so neat she's on the street I pay with sheets feta complete? I hate too much I hate to touch don't touch too much it's much too much to touch too much not in a rush but rush too much I'm out of touch too much to touch I touch the clutch a touch too much the kerb I touch foot slips off clutch go right through bush it's such a rush I make a fuss at front end crush engines a mush i'm such a lush fumes are too much leg will need crutch stuck under clutch no longer butch grit teeth and such I drank a touch and ate too much the car is stuck down ditch “oh no!” (perhaps expressed in a vulgar way) suddenly struck i'm also stuck! a passing truck lights flash, I chuck my stomach up spit, cough, no luck there goes the truck I need to hook my right shoe up I dare not look and then I pass out... she visits me in misery my burnt body has set me free my shiny teeth a canny reef no longer grief in her. relief. but there's mud on her shoes? she light's a fag and takes a drag she took the stag with little snag lighter and rag within her bag walked to my jag no need to nag I hate the ….. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 89 [topic] => 13 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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