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Bitchy Muses

Bitchy Muses
M.Pellegrini
Poetry
limping like a zombie
flirting with your OD
crawling like a shadow
tomorrow i’ll borrow your sorrow
Palm tree
bowing before your OBE
bleeding with no duty
sinking like monroe,
with no glow,
like a dance with jacko
Longing for the bitches,
waiting for the muses
let my brain chooses
which weapon, which word, which bruise is
able to fill those whitish pages with
paganism, rythme, altruism,
hedonism, here’s mum
what you doing mum?
in my lyrics hum?
Skip it!
paroxysm, terrorism,
wisdom, scepticism,
Gee hun!
like a tunisian
on the verge of a new civilization
dizzy, busy, frizzy, out of religion
it’s time for amoral intuitions,
abyssmal allegations,
atonal allusions
demonstration
Straight ON!
who cares if it’s meaningless, successless
with clumsiness
but nevertheless like a sorceress
who confess to profess, don’t you guess
lawlessness
this ain’t no personal quest
my creativity can’t take no rest
my label got a request
«october, gimme hit, i’ll give you the rest»
POetry,
sleeping like a beauty,
waiting for your OD
vectorizing shadows
tomorrow, i’ll plagiarize your sorrow
Palm tree,
sweeping up your OBE
staring like a paparazzi
at suicidal monroe,
you’re KO, like a self medicated jacko
Rack rack rack
rack your brain
birdie put on your flame again
to be in the frame for fame
d’you play the game
d’you need to be strained?
OK
press, press, press
press your veins
birdie scream out your name again
don’t refrain but don’t complain
what?
you need to feel pain?
this is lame, lame, lame
No, no, no
don’t be ashamed, shamed, shamed
to repeat 3 times the same same same
i' know it’s time
you trynna gain, gain, gain
but what?
who’s to blame?
yeah me…
Take the pen,
if you can,
be a man,
tell us when
your oven
was broken
and that hen
was for ten
and it was 8pm
and then what happen
oh no, see
we don’t give a damn
daaaammmmmn!
this is mental
the more i seek the more i fall
into this deep black hole
of ornamental, detrimental
lament of mrs know-it-all
STOP!
go to the mall,
have a ball,
leave poems to the trolls
drink it all
with your grrrrl
fuck that bitchy muses
once for all!