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You can't Streep poverty under the carpet... - NaPoWriMo Day 9
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on th...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
Flash Mob
Flash Mob,
We're the greatest gangsters
since the Wild Wild West.
For what we do
we're the very best.
We're the Flash Mob,
We're the Flash Mob.
Back in Chi Town they were run by Capone
I prefer to make a racket with my Al CaBone.
Hipsters think the Flash Mob is all about Twitter
but just like Babe Ruth I'm a heavy hitter.
This is a stick ...
Tuesday 5th February 2013 6:27 pm
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