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[Something Fast]

edited... Ok, that poem was absolute crap.

This one's not much better.

Ziploc teeth squirm under the statue of a fish
Offerings heaped to gain an extra mile.
Metal barrel soothsayers stop to smile
From the bird's nest on a glass dish.
Digital sanity and analogue nuts
Ones and zeroes come test your luck
Some of us don't give a fuck
But will admit that takes some guts.

Identity crisis parade of whoredom
Tickertape astronomy leaked down like lead.
For a brief moment it eased the boredom
Then swirled out the hole inside my head.
A Necklace of teeth and devil tongues
For the fetishist in us all
Accessorise and have a real ball
Then sit deflated like a smoker's lungs.

Flavourings add the taste of Newton's balloon
And Nixon sits hidden in the surf.
Eating sushi on a quickly sinking pontoon,
The fisheries discard their astroturf.
Acid coated balconies and platform shoes
Give a sense of adventure to our day
All this in every single possible way
Is what a zinc priestess has to lose.

[Something Fast]

Nor is this one...

Softer, Lamer, Slower, Weaker (The Daft Mix)

The house of mirrors in a bad storm
Countless reflections are never warm.
A candle thrown back countless times, infinite
Flickering light and a third digit.
In the heat of the sun nothing can hatch
Even the hardest ice leaves a wet patch.
The hardest ice just melts away
"It mustn't be your day, today".


Incandescent and condescending
Slightly charismatic but still pretending.
The Ultimate Man, the biggest fool
Self obsessed, unempathically cruel.
In the heat of the sun one can hear the sky
Even the brightest marble is the dullest eye.
The brightest marble will chip and shatter
"I suppose it doesn't really matter".


Pressure builds up between black and white
Shadows aren't just an absence of light.
The torsion strenght of plastic isn't that great
Though it proves some theories and links to fate.
In the heat of the sun, beneath the cries of gulls
Even the most sharpests of wits quickly dulls.
The sharpest wit becomes way too slow,
"I think you've lost your touch, IMHO"