Nightghoul
FinsburyParkCarrots
Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
Superserviceable snivellers, ministers of State:
Blood mouthed, lickspittle nibblers at power's dripping plate.
"'Tis politic" to feast 'til sick on guile and smart device.
Those bones are ours, they've marrow-sucked. A politician's rise
is messy business, isn't it? For who would live on blood
but someone in a fellowship, a night ghoul in a hood?
Blood mouthed, lickspittle nibblers at power's dripping plate.
"'Tis politic" to feast 'til sick on guile and smart device.
Those bones are ours, they've marrow-sucked. A politician's rise
is messy business, isn't it? For who would live on blood
but someone in a fellowship, a night ghoul in a hood?
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I'm going to be in Ireland that week anyway, so the pub sounds like a great idea!
Cheers for the comments. I'm writing a song actually. That'll probably be part of the first verse.
~it is shining it is shining~
cheers to those who meet up in dublin.
have a drink on me.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green