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Heartbreak
Tinkle
You’re missing a ‘W’ in everything you do
Ork, ant, ill
I can never be your ‘ife’
With just a tinkle in your life.
(c) Slumpless
Limp
You’re tiring of me
Quick as quick
I can already feel the limpness in your dick.
What a pity. What a shame.
The fire between us , isn’t eternal flame.
So, so sad. So, so tragic.
That I can no longer work my magic.
‘Treat you mean and keep you keen’?
A kick to the guts? A jab to spleen?
Must I really become a shard
In order for you to get hard?
Screw it. Let this thing end
Before we are no longer friends.
(c) Slumpless
Junk in my trunk
Clunkety-clunk. Clunkety-clunk.
That’s the sound of my heart ever since you left.
It heaves as it tries to beat , it splutters and stalls.
Every pump it makes, rattles my bones
Sets my teeth on edge.
I’m running out of fuel.
No air in my tyres.
Here’s to all you liars.
Here’s to all your lies.
I guess I’ve got baggage from here on in.
Clunkety-clunk. Clunkety-clunk.
Plenty of junk in my once empty trunk.
(C) Slumpless
Calipers
You squeezed my skull in calipers
Found me lacking.
I tried to add inches to my intellect-Big words to my little life.
But my head hurts from all this trying
You hold your cigarette with disdain
I should have expected the same.
That black smoke that wakes you in the morning and lulls you to sleep
It only fills your lungs but not your heart
I guess I’m the same.
Breathed in and puffed out.
You’ll give up on me
Eventually.
(c) Slumpless
Pages and Ages
I will clamber through the ages
Search through infinite pages
Sift through songs
Get it all wrong
Over and over and over
Again and again and again
Until the bittersweet end
For you I have no shame
Just endless,senseless pain
For a shrug and a sigh
I will try and try and try.
Will you ever try to forgive?
So that I might actually live.
(c) Slumpless
Butter
She smelled like cocoa butter
And I would have spread her
All over my bed, my head.
But she longed for harder flesh and bristle
Muscle and strength
Width and length.
I was mere finger and tongue
Too girly, too young.
Maybe if she had tried
Lied.
Given it a chance
Her body would have danced
And her soul might have followed suit
Ah what a pity. She sticks to the straight and narrow (or wide).
I could have made her glide.
(c) Slumpless
