haunted_comedy

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There is one word I can never recall. It was used by a cop to sum up my mothers downfall.
Otherwise my swords are portable
past every kind of portal
If you rely on crying
Baby
That’s Limited Tools Ltd.
The real jackal keeps on himself
A knife fit for every occasion
Never hesitates to witness
Everyone knows being Damned can be delicious
What about slicing its opposite*
For the few who can relate
To the fact of It
before It abates

*happiness
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The Windmills of MacArthur Park
Reward Full Tilts
Just like anything else

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Still can’t find that one word, which I can never recall
Used to describe My mother, her Downfall
By the cop who saw all
Before making me his first call
I knew nothing cuz I shared her gall
Speaking Souvenir of that time a Jewish boy hit it raw,
how can I help you?

Even if I found the word, it will never sound the way it did the first time
I (never) heard it

So I drive to MacArthur park typing
Where I never would when she was
Cruising alleyways of the pantsless
People trapped in (never) time
I can just about catch it

Nevermind
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