Tired of tedium, a boy thought
He could mix dagga and hot pot
To make a cocktail drink
That could fly him in ink
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Hidden agenda and pocket motives
Coupled with haste and blind belief
Poor equipment, plants and explosives
Yield Pandora's box for a thief.
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Pointless to breathe life into a stillborn venture
John toiled day and night to grow love
In an effort to promote and celebrate the future
Growing the venture with cooperation from above.
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Mr Chips, musing on his aeons in teaching
Dissed James Hilton for his scribbling
That poked jibes at teachers
As though they'd turned lechers
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Don't ask me why I fly, sigh or try
Ask why you supply pain and reply
To a general message
I post with the passage
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I don't intend becoming a saint
I aspire to lead a full life to paint
Images of happy people
Plucking and munching an apple
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Live your life and let me live mine
Keep dreaming and swilling wine.
If libation tastes great
Or wine aromas set
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Relationships opt to lose their way
When lewd third parties enter the fray,
Queer the pitch and hitchhike
Sick, weak minds whom they stroke
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A gigolo jotted in his diary,
'The old bimbo nailed it, though hairy.
She spun the pelvic gismo
So well I couldn't fall
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Licking his indolent lips with glee
A hacker fumbled with gismos to pee
In his smelly pants
'Cos he couldn't match slick ants
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