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Bitchy Muses

M.Pellegrini

Poetry

limping like a zombie

flirting with your OD

crawling like a shadow

tomorrow i’ll borrow your sorrow

Palm tree

bowing before your OBE

bleeding with no duty

sinking like monroe,

with no glow,

like a dance with jacko

Longing for the bitches,

waiting for the muses

let my brain chooses

which weapon, which word, which bruise is

able to fill those whitish pages with

paganism, rythme, altruism,

hedonism, here’s mum

what you doing mum?

in my lyrics hum?

Skip it!

paroxysm, terrorism,

wisdom, scepticism,

Gee hun!

like a tunisian

on the verge of a new civilization

dizzy, busy, frizzy, out of religion

it’s time for amoral intuitions,

abyssmal allegations,

atonal allusions

demonstration

Straight ON!

who cares if it’s meaningless, successless

with clumsiness

but nevertheless like a sorceress

who confess to profess, don’t you guess

lawlessness

this ain’t no personal quest

my creativity can’t take no rest

my label got a request

«october, gimme hit, i’ll give you the rest»

POetry,

sleeping like a beauty,

waiting for your OD

vectorizing shadows

tomorrow, i’ll plagiarize your sorrow

Palm tree,

sweeping up your OBE

staring like a paparazzi

at suicidal monroe,

you’re KO, like a self medicated jacko

Rack rack rack

rack your brain

birdie put on your flame again

to be in the frame for fame

d’you play the game

d’you need to be strained?

OK

press, press, press

press your veins

birdie scream out your name again

don’t refrain but don’t complain

what?

you need to feel pain?

this is lame, lame, lame

No, no, no

don’t be ashamed, shamed, shamed

to repeat 3 times the same same same

i' know it’s time

you trynna gain, gain, gain

but what?

who’s to blame?

yeah me…

Take the pen,

if you can,

be a man,

tell us when

your oven

was broken

and that hen

was for ten

and it was 8pm

and then what happen

oh no, see

we don’t give a damn

daaaammmmmn!

this is mental

the more i seek the more i fall

into this deep black hole

of ornamental, detrimental

lament of mrs know-it-all

STOP!

go to the mall,

have a ball,

leave poems to the trolls

drink it all

with your grrrrl

fuck that bitchy muses

once for all!