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Poetry

What's Your Poison

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?

Do you drink too much

Do you twist and shout

Do you watch TV

Do you play about

Do you smoke the contents of the kitchen cupboard

Do you pray to god

Do you love your mother

Do you have a long lost forgotten brother

Did you marry yourself to a high class hooker

Did you escape in one way or another?

Lest we forget those that give, of their lives

So that we may look good naked

Do you secretly wish you were circumcised

Do you want to be arranged by the surgeon’s knives

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?

Do you eat only the crumbliest flakiest chocolate

Do you press one hundred and sixty nine pounds

Do you suffer Triskaidekaphobia

Do you spit or swallow often enough

Do you piss in a bucket

Do you play chess

Do you like it rough

Do you re-use plastic carrier bags

Did you see yourself upon the slab

Did you think that death would be the last

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?

Do you have yourself a nice little stash

Do you get erections when you take a slash

Do you read of peados and cruelly laugh

Do you fuck yourself with hammer shafts

Do you dream of blowing the Taliban away

Do you think I’m alright Jack, I’m okay

Do you think you’ve got, nothing to hide

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