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FROM THE MULTI-POLAR MIND OF A RECOVERING EX-USER

not poetry, not purposeful, not pretending









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Saturday, 29 January 2011

Dementico

Dementico was flames in snow
He lived down town near Pimlico
Where every night in clubs below
He watched the strange and ancient show
Of flux and fucks and fights and flow
And dawn's the time at which he'd go

And so one night Dementico
Got dressed up tight from head to toe
To hunt within the Club Limbo
For news of stunts both fast and slow
And he strode limb-wise akimbo
Not caring should he stop or go

[verses deleted, reader cheated]

These verses end at this blunt point
Dementico destroyed the joint
Because my rhyming hurt him so
He does not like its worldly glow
'Cause words bestow upon his tricks
Our cage of logic, light and bricks.

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