Limp Biscuit


I was the custard in your biscuit

the dodgy bit in jam

the currant in garibaldi

I was your undigested man


You took me from my shiny tin

and rubbed me into crumbs

I was the one that you let in

the hard bake that succumbed


Dunked within your poisoned drench

you made my crunch un-stiffen

I supped until my thirst was quenched

struck dumb too drunk to listen


You left me limp and wasted

at the bottom of your cup

another sample tasted

oh how you fucked me up


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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 8th Dec 2017 20:36

Thanks for the likes pop pickers x.

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