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Mister Anderson

  1. Bless me führer for I have skinned.

    It's been one wig since my last conflation.

    Last night as I slept and dreamt I had the usual shamefully erotic thoughts. It was the oft-repeated wanderlust wherein Ivanka Trump creeps into my cupboard in the middle of the night an admonishes me to rub powdered silica gel into her asshole while she bounces her tits off my skull and whispers 'Onward christian soldiers'. I have to admit it's starting to feel a bit rehearsed, she's not a particularly skilled actress.
    So there ...
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  2. Dear me from the past

    Don't forget to kill Donald Trump.
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  3. A September reprieve

    The Sun's been my enemy for 40 long years,
    caged in its gaze I'm alone.
    A mother who drinks of my blood, sweat and tears,
    who takes till I'm dry to the bone.

    Yet fortunate I am that once in a while,
    nature denies her own prey,
    and Winter's cold hands keep me wrapped in his warmth,
    till the sun doth set over Sligo bay.
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  4. Transmission from an empty room

    It had started to rain.

    A fine mist dancing downwards through the sodium light,
    mingling with exhaled smoke, a swirl of blues and some off-colored backbeat.
    Countless pin pricks burst along my arms.
    Cool effervescence from a muted grey sky.

    The mist grows heavy and cold, more anxious to be heard, some secret to be told.
    But its message is lost in its satiating chill, swept away with all the other lies.
    Meaningless words for there is only ...
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