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From the Skies It was what it was and I did what I did Way back then in the mists of time Three and a half decades ago Throwing stones hit to hit to hit Long range archer locking you up Then launch get you from above Every single time not caring about later Coz I'm the best and have the reach And never got nicked by the Law Tho my dad was once a copper Yet he never tried to stop me It was my mum who complained But most of my actions were mine Stealthily done and left there Where they took place Damaging events on people On vehicles, property and more My own little battle campaign Mid 80s style that I now regret ---- Loaded System Part of the system A rhetorical statement Always the same Forever different When twelve meets ten Twelve equals twelve Loaded rounds in the mag Mixed ammo load Has a good target effect But fouls up the barrel How the armourers moan It gets me the results In this my own private war In the war to end wars Blame the system Reload my guns...

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Jen Gen
Your Xmas gift is a black man
He will give you a nice gift
So you have a very happy Xmas
Night to never ever forget
Joyous mummy's day in 9 months
A lil baby chocolate drop

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Go Ten
The man rides a yellow motorcycle
Like the guy who drives the red car
Why do they do this?
Are they colour blind?
Or in love with their machines

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Bank Yank
You sound so hot baby
I wanna grind you ragged
Make you scream my name
Lovely shy Desi girl

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Reversing Roles
Way it is always will be
Cat and mouse reversed
Not always what it seems
For things change all the time
Never the same except for change
Who set it up this way?
The system really sucks
Make a better one right now
Maybe this will actually work

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Way Away
They dropped their loads down below
On those who were having fun
All the tunnels are pink inside
And very tight to the feel


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One never does learn?/Another tattoo more pain/Behold, joy of art

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His mum hated it/Hot girl tattooed on his arm/His real life hot wife!

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Writing stories in the sky with their aeroplanes

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John aimed his rifle/Argentina soldier dead/Job satisfaction

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Marie the pilot/Hot legs short skirt stealth bomber/To Moscow and back

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All are opposites/Right gal, Air Force brat, correct/My upside down life  

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Flameism 

Top of the world

Up on a tail of fire

Rocket plane soars

Like a fucking eagle

Straight to the clouds

And beyond to space

Like a cliched angel

Ascending with Satan

Glued to her butt

Chemical reaction

Elements combining

Propelling ascension

This is how God feels

Top of the world

Infinity comes close

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Sore leg sore leg sore leg Must be another tattoo Look how funny he walks Moving along like a spider crab Pain the price for art One of the special cases Full of tattoos top to toe He'd have more but no room Unless tattoos on tattoos But he's not there yet That's the next step As is learning to tattoo Then he needs a guniea pig Hold them down and ink them All for art and tradition

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Twice 2
We will be back on the hill
Looking for you like we did in 18
And the others did in 19
When I wasn't allowed to go
Unlike in 20 when I return
And maybe we will find you
Hiding in the soil of the hillside
Almost a kilometre up
Final resting place
Pilot and plane
In 2 places 2 events
Maybe we will find you
Will we?

Results Needed
We went here before
We are here again
And will do so
Till we find you
How long will it take?
Who holds the answer?
Let me talk to them
I will bring in results

Coloured Colours
The soil of the mountain holds the answers
It will not shout out HERE I AM!
For it is quiet and shy and hides
Maybe in plain sight till we find it
The answer of where exactly you are
We know you are on the mountain
Somewhere up there on the heights
We wish to know exactly where
I want to be there when we find you
Imagine the feeling I will feel
And stories I will later tell
Being able to say I WAS THERE
So where are you Lt Stone?
Do tell me...

Money Money

Money Money

The two sexy lazy Millennial gals trick me

With their lovely lilty little linguistics

Paying the dues before it’s actually due

So I don’t get my Very Special Bonus

But do not worry I say to myself

Those two sexy lil ladies are my bonus

I’ll call round especially after work

And unload my gift to them

See how they accept and smile in glee

My huge monster cock is on holiday

Seeding their tight Mohomai Love Holes

With Tattoo Man’s supreme quality spunk

They’ll catch and each have four babies

This will keep both Lazy Millennials busy

So they don’t forget my Very Special Bonus

After all it’s Xmas my dear mother truckers

And time to party on down

Saturday Man

Saturday Man
BY CRAIG J. BURT/Jimmy Boom Semtex
Peace & love he speaks proud of
Guns & baseball bats he screams loud for
He's a wild man
Don't have time to creep
He can stare straight at you hard
& attack you while you sleep

This evil self taught handy man
Can defeat you with is hands
He's a product of this vile evil town
Dare to walk the streets
Meet him down town or up town
He'll slice and dice you for sure
Criss cross like a bun
Empty your wallet and nab your gun
Then turn it on yourself
This handler of weapons
The self taught maniac of Boston

Over the Phone

Over the Phone
What do you wanna do over the phone?
Order a mafia hit
Buy a pizza
Book your car into the garage
Talk dirty to your special friend
Inform the military aliens have landed
Confirm that human life is a mirage
Discover that you're somebody else
Perform a positive life giving event
Listen to your favourite band from afar
Uncover history changing state secrets
Pry into the prince's private life
Hood wink a reporter on buried treasure
All this and more takes place
Over the phone in your hands