Grimbeau

Scroodles

Troll Patrol

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Vigilante bands roam

Just lookin’ for some

Combing the land

Fine of tooth,

Grey of suit

Brain in hand

 

They are all in this together

Birds of a feather muck together

 

So the slogan goes

Creeping round

on tippy-toes

 

just like Savile

soon unravel

 

 

Skinflicks

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Whither the day, whither the morrow

Head full of pain, heart full of hollow

 

History stopped this morning at Ten

The Pinkos have got me corralled in the Pen

 

Biding my time, postponing the Craic

Till hell freezes over and heaven smells black

Bold Turkey

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A Prial of poems

about giving

up

 

using cigarettes

as a metaphor.

Smart, uh! Believe me!

I’m a Vicar

Matriarch

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The State is

Your friend

Embrace it

Warmly

By The Neck

Gaspers

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Morrow

Whine

Concubine

&

Sultana:

 

Sultans

Pull on

Woodbines

&

Inhale

 

Passing

Clouds

In

Silk

Pyjama

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