While Moira stinted not on Jacob's Creek

Red wine was a fine art I never mastered

That Saturday night was an epic session

We strode naked in her garden, plastered

My memory of events is somewhat vague

A thorn ripped the seat of my underpants

Then I was rolling about the grass, stinking

Of cat-shit, eaten alive by nocturnal ants

Moira was concerned about a hedgehog

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A child stands here naked before you

naive, untouched and unblemished

nothing has yet tarnished this vessel.

It feels the weight of humankind

on this mother earth

slicing her open to steal her core

the pillage of the landscape for selfish gain

thoughtless self-aggrandisement

mindless games with no regrets

the power whores who

rape and murder the innocent

who p...

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Flash Mob,

We're the greatest gangsters

since the Wild Wild West.

For what we do

we're the very best.

We're the Flash Mob,

We're the Flash Mob.

Back in Chi Town they were run by Capone

I prefer to make a racket with my Al CaBone.

Hipsters think the Flash Mob is all about Twitter

but just like Babe Ruth I'm a heavy hitter.

This is a stick ...

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