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Gitar Crisis*

 


Gitar Crisis*

 

They’ve revoked my license

I’ve got gitar crisis!

 

Gotta get closer

Beneath my bare feet feet

 

I need to tattoo it

I need to seduce it

 

Like branding

No fuck branding

Ur not my cow

 

My couch might be mouldy

Mouldy like her brain

It got left out in the rain

She had it replaced with a supersucker

 

Sponge is not sponge

It melange

 

Thanks girl

You mean the whirl!

 

An invitation

To kick my face in

Who said that

You are better than the brats

Don’t worry

I’m fat

 

You got lagging

Not dancing

We must dance at all times

Whether in person

Or desertion

What do you want for dessert?

 

Tiramisu

Sweet layers like an onion

That’s strange

It’s from Shrek

 

Friends are magic

Is said Care bear

Apparition

 

Time I did the dishin

So you can visit

Like City mouse

& Country mouse

 

That’s more than enough Malachi!

You have Gitar Crisis

& forgot how to play

 

You’ve changed she said

But she cut me on the bread

 

But I still bitch slap recidivist bigots!

 

Nevertheless I like your breasts

But I cannot rest

I don’t feel you

You wouldn’t let me peel ya

 

I’m goin away

Maybe I’ll be gay?

 

Oh I don’t know

But it’s gonna be my way

 

I have blue eyes too

Everyting cris

 

I’ve just got

Gitar crisis

 

See

Now it’s a song

 

I’ve got the gitar crisis

I’ve got the gitar crisis

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

*Thanks Gavi for jamming with me

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