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Lamentations of a hypochondriac

Posted on 07/07/2016 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

Lamentations of a hypochondriac A returning twinge in my back And my mood swivels, just like that Ahh! Veins beginning to swell, With blood that’s hot as hell Now my heart’s racing At the deadly disease I’m facing My chest … Continue reading →

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This Is Boilerplate

Posted on 15/02/2016 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

This is boilerplate I wanted to write something interesting Without being condescending, Or using the medium to vent To create an idea that is transcendent Then, I checked the meaning of boilerplate; Simplistic language, or templates, That is reusable, without … Continue reading →

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Life Is Like A Poem

Posted on 01/10/2015 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

Life is like a poem Their forms can be elastic, The inconsistencies often fantastic But in an attempt to be bombastic I write poems that are terrible, And often totally inexplicable Life is like a poem I had to … Continue reading →

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Crap Existentialism

Posted on 04/09/2015 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

Crap existentialism Among all the shit I’ve seen, Just what could it mean? When you keep your dental floss In the same drawer as your sweets? Or whether, like me, Keats Considered the shape of toilet seats How do I … Continue reading →

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Associations

Posted on 08/07/2015 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

DEPRESSION Is a song with no ending HAPPINESS Means not pretending RELAX Stop looking at the clock AUSTERITY Is just a load of poppycock GREEKS Arm themselves with facts DYLAN Blood On The Tracks SLEEPING Or am I really awake? … Continue reading →

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