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From Fika to Lagom in half an hour,
Moving up from feeling dour.

All life laid out on the coffee table,
Forcing eyes up from their navel.

See now: enough is enough,
When it's easy as it is tough.

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A beatorama, dancing farther than before or ever; 

In conjugal, no longer mythical, like before not after.

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The speech demon ate our words
Now we exist in silence
The speech demon wrecked our world
Now we express through violence

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I buttonholed the bastard, as soon as I was plastered, 
I took him down a peg or two, shook him as if clearing a flue,

I told him every annoying trait, laid it out like bread on grate, 
and toasted him until well charred, roasted him in thick, thick lard,

only to find the next day, what I thought was genius in every way, 
was indecipherable to the extreme,
unconnectable to any language, so that all to him I seemed, 
was a dense uncooked hot dog sausage.

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Building the fire one nubbling at a time, 
Pass the coffins round, make up a rhyme. 

Real silver tinsel, important timely meetings, 
Festive number ones, always too fleeting. 


Journeying through Christmas's of different eras, 
Never helps the holiday get any nearer. 

Still, nearly now it is time, 
Why not help pass the hours 
with a glass of mulled wine!

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Note: In one way or another this came from a page on the BBC History Magazine's Website - I think one of their weekly quizzes...

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His constant attempts to schmooze made me want to wooze; he could never amuse even a room full of fools.

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Though those two always sought to connive, I always thought this helped to revive our then-failing business.

Back room talk and back room deals helped us keep on track and steal death from Evil Dennis.

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Koshed by a food cloche I laid half stunned, 
knowing only I'd not won that fight, try as I might. 

But an angry chef packs quite a heft,
and within reach he's more than enough to defeat 
all comers, especially such misnomers.

or extended: 

Koshed by a food cloche I laid half stunned 
knowing only I'd not won that fight, try as I might.
  
But an angry chef packs quite a heft, 
and within reach he's more than enough to defeat 
all comers, especially such misnomers

as us lowly waiters, only fit to carry plates, take orders 
from all front and back Lorders, never to talk back,
that's how I ended up taking this flack 
from the cook with the Devil's look, 
the Devil's rage, maybe Devil's sage...


All I know is I came a clobber 
when accused of being a robber 
on that dark and stormy night 
when my boss showed his might. 

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He sought to banish all those who famish, 
those who burn to make their victims squirm, 
who pull nails to make them tell tales, 
who startle, half drown, shock and pound. 

He sought to do this but met only their fists.

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Lambaste!
Create a sickening paste.
Bombast! 
Batter his mongrel face!

Teach him not to squeal what he can't repeal,
Then send him out as waste.

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Corridors, cloisters and classrooms became my lot,
Those and the broom were what I got
In the draw that decided things,
Like for whom we would be an underling.

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Beyond the watershed our people fled, over the streams they teemed. 

Until in safety they found land across the North Sea's hand.

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Our whole world turned rotten until it became, 
as we knew it, kaput, broken down and changed 
into something underneath a metal foot;
forever carrying their weight on our hips, 
living in a post-freedom apocalypse.

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Oh my god, they had the power to gorgonize, 
throughout school the corridors were lined with boys
frozen solid and staring, fossilized - 
many were soon found to be malleable and became their toys.

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So many thought that Hilfenschwein were sequacious to wizards: 
Lokmani showed that knowledge was kept precious in their gizzards,
Locked away safe from harm until the time came to use safely as arms.

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A phantasm once gave me an orgasm which was impressive as by its definition it's in my imagination.

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It might be mawkish but my greatest wish is to return to the days I yearned for nothing more than towers of smores.

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"far from enigmatic"
i have been dubbed
"less than dynamic"
i wore it on my badge

slow to move and slow to think
slow to do and slow to blink
i like to mull things long time
i like to form imaginary lines

if in person this can make me dull
if it makes people push not pull

then whatever

i'll seek to one day bring flavour
with words for people to savour

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I hewed him down, I hewed him good, I hewed him into shape.
I hewed him so that not e’en his mother would recognise his face.

I hewed his heart, I hewed his soul, I hewed his thickened rind.
I hewed him until he understood he would have to hew the line.

I hewed for love, I hewed with love, I hewed apart my love.
And once myself I have hewed enough, I will join him up above.

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It's all so horrifically kitsch,
I wish that I could switch
Every single item in that room,
Giving each a suitable doom

In the world beyond for furnishings.
For all items in there bugs:
The bed, the vase, the couch, the rug;
Even the bloody curtain rings.