Cliches regurgitated

poetry, Thinkings and poems 1 Minute

My gay laughter can be heard for smiles

Thank your chains for holding you tight
You ain’t seen  flashin’ yet ?
You can lead  the coarse  to your daughter but keep the sugar  refined
Scream a little scream for me
Nero fiddled with himself while Rome darned

Bank your chain and flush as you stand.
You ain’t seen  no coffins  as yet?
You can lead a horse and chortle
You should never go home with a man if you’re writing a book.

Take your rhymes;there’s no scurry.

Once more unto the beach?
You can  prey on my bat again anytime
You can take water to the drunk and douse them whenever
You can’t sit with a bare leg in a  shared home
Who can’t make a silk purse out of a  cow’s heel?
You can’t put the roof space back into the underground
You can’t  love him. you can only hope to detain him in bed
You can’t sing  for a dead cat
You can’t  light  cigars  in a bear’s space
You gnawed  at my  tart all night.Pay as you go,next time
You could have shocked me in Dover with  a  leather g string
You don’t have an egg to stand on in my kitchen
You don’t miss the water till the well spins hay
You got hit coming to ? Where?
You got your just deserts and your unjust deserts.Never sigh nigh.
You have to break a few heads to make  the teeth stick
You welded love onto my heart with your heat
You cost me and I’m dumb
You make a better cake than a Vindaloo
You make even the sun whine.Where do you get that from?
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