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Thy Socialite!

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1.
Insults sweet Like Treacle Delicious Bile So Vile Heads right straight through my heart And I feed off it And through the jeers oh matey Do I love you? Maybe? I still laugh when tears fall out on cue You seem to be fluent in Americanese With your pointed tongue You’ve trained it with ease You better settle down and feed off it.
2.
Try to look farther than yourself Be prepared you’re up for slaughter As a Pinata More or less, act as foe You’re guts for garters To suggest weaknesses Deflect from instances Of sitting on hands So mind your lip and be a man Spewin’ Palaver Shed Your Skin Break Your bones much to your chagrin Fresh in your ardour Best to guess, being blessed Is So Much harder Be Good to mammy dearest Don’t be false but be true You’ll never quite believe it Till it happens to you
3.
We can say if you want It’s like a different language Ad-libbed, critiqued on To be safe when you taunt Shave off the onus around it Don’t be set upon All the finest things in life involve Just a little taste of casual cruelty We can say if you want It’s just building a narrative It’s their fault who can’t To be safe when you taunt You must consider the angle Vicious Set the tone
4.
Instant Reaction Oh oh oh There’s no wind in these wings Oh oh oh I don’t know if I can win Yes you can Just need to start We can only dream of such an instant Reaction Oh oh oh I’m so lazy as sin Oh oh oh I don’t know if I can win Yes you can Just need to start Again.
5.
It’s tough luck You’ll never be enough So worry ‘bout your own thing Be Honestly Subjective ‘Bout Your Own thing So Wish and pray They’ll never say your name Again it’s late To them it’s just a game So test Don’t say, “It’ll happen all the same” I hope they burn It’d really make my day You’ll never get to Heaven if you hang on to the blame
6.
It’s so lovingly legedermain for a start Verbalising in caveats Such gumption and tell-tale acts Here’s my hands I do confess to you Calculated tongue twister facts Fluorescent silhouette spats Biscuit tin finesse of space consumed If you want some Go ahead son Try to get a word in edgeways To Think To Feel Sentimental hot air with scraps Gums flapping flipperty flap Tricksy little movements aren’t so new Checking brows Furrowed clap trap Borrowed syntax Doffin’ y’cap What’s behind your back more déjà vu?
7.
‘true love is blind’ is an utterance more or less said off the cuff But you’re a 6 and half and I’m a seven lately I’m dreaming that you give it to me The lunar landing of 1969, they say is guff But I know a surface that I’d rather crawl on Baby I’m dreaming that you give it to me And you who just has everything There’s always little me you seem to have missing Wow Whatta Gurl Minute intentions of being a good human is hard enough Pretty boys like I Carry their heavy baggage greatly
8.
There won’t be a film based upon your own life Not even in black and white You can’t have sunshine all night Hidey-boo intentions walk a fine line indeed You are what you eat You can’t have sunshine all night Living your life through your fat ugly children, Your living room spouse as your dreams turn to nothing Considering that is what you choose So do you What’s the point in just giving it away -even if that’s all so true It depends on what you think is nice Ill fitting shoes lacerate your blue heels Raw sweet flesh and skin congeal You can’t have sunshine all night Breathing in 9/4 Zit scarred shoulders in tact Who’d make a fuss over that You can’t have sunshine all night Thinking out loud, all the sex is a hinderance Their uniform style is met with indifference
9.
Oh yes be thick skinned A joke’s a joke Please weep like a good ‘un It’s not a lie If you gradually believe it You can’t deny It rather makes you look a tit To find away in No don’t emote I’m a borderline Jesus Won’t you share my load Like a modern day Christ You can always kid a little To get a rise From the hordes that’s on the fiddle Be the one who takes the masses on They think they’ve won When it’s only just begun I’ll be the one who takes the bastards on They think they’ve won When it’s only just begun We’ll rule like kings Like good ol’ times Cut the apron strings To think’s a crime 1984 I ran my peepers through the pages What good’s that for? Catching up with all the papers Such simple things Bred foot for foot Lacking age and religion And truth in muck To quantify All the changes that they’re freeing Oh whilst they cry! They’re all weasels dressed in linen Be A Good Martyr Minds are good for speaking just anything
10.
You wear your hair on the hair on the side in June I bet your humour is a shade of blue I bet you’re everything to your mother and more And with you I’d never care if I win or lose Your left heel is slightly worn on your shoes To live next door is my goal yes it’s true I’d be your everything Which you’d wish to ignore and then few You’d live your life anyway you choose To be closer than you think To settled with a wink You adorn your freckles close and fairly aloof Line on one’s brow suggests born ‘82 Who’s your everything? Can he carry a tune? They do?! Have they got time that you can abuse? Limpid clear secrets don’t seem far from the truth To wean yourself from praise is a fight I will lose To be your everything Something that you adore but refuse To manifest quotations that your tongue use To go outside To lift one’s head To miss your footsteps Is a thing I’d dread.
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Does the world spin for you? Recent events would provide a clue I’ll spare you sympathy Oh sacred sympathy It’s not about the awards It’s not about your beliefs It’s not about all your wants I love that actually It’s not about those you love It’s not about those we leave It’s not quite what you deserve I love that actually Punching down A sport that’s new Lush and viscous A table for 2 Do ya think people are listening? Ha ha ha Really listening? Ha ha ha
12.
Thus I’d concede To lick one’s nosebleed Just view those highs Post haste I’d dream To melt like ice cream Just view those highs From your blue skies Who needs saving from the silly little things that we do Gentle courtships Hints of fat lips With a plume of styes Gelded weaklings Feckless has beens With a plume of styes What’s not to love when she cries? Who needs blaming for the silly little things that we do
13.
You’ve arms like a thespian for which I’ll flutter my eyes With a hint of lunacy I say, “At least I tried” I like the cut of your jib I’m like a bigger brother only just because of your age It works in one way Perhaps I like that you are beige I like the cut of your jib Bring your Lovin’

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released January 20, 2023

Ian Black

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