| petey's poetry |
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Quiet like restful discretion Quiet like restful discretionm'lady full of weak trivia and the loose purse strings plead promises with dawdling words and greasy chips scullery maids rot on Cyprus peeled potatoes and blood stained sheets the amber green lighting hovers breathless against "I'm sure"s and "It ain't 'alf swank" they settle on hussy tips and fancy falls chat business buzz, gulled mates, and known saints what's more the venician washer donna scrubbing rudeness from dear impatience stiff formalities playing roman order flowing with careful wine and thankful sneakers rotten tempers are recognized by sight and the spilt vinegar hollow out an old womb but the detest of a stingy maid is devoted to earn a living now then, to our health mending husbands and tearing the crotch holes and all of us bleed'n laughter at the expense of pigs asking about size the daft wine is of no matter and falsely slashed throats provide no goat cheese by their word of honor death's laughter is hushed by Adam and Eve's beatings.
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