Impediments

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Rumple C
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Impediments

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The one that got away

Tits up there, stare
Legs down to the ground, pound
She had that certain something, pumpkin
It weren't a club, bub

She had that thing, sing
That bad childhood, mild pud
That put her in the game, blame
She had that bad habit, rabbit

Put away that copper, poppa
That silver won't cut it, puppet
Electrum is getting closer, poser
Gold is her meal, peel

Like I explained, no blame
I miss the whore, sore
She serviced me like no other, mother
Not in my club, but in my heart...

...apart


A tear is wiped away.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
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Written upon the back of a crumpled bill advertising cheap mutton

Welcome to the deep
It's good to see you first
You're overdue to sleep
Let us sate your thirst

You must have had the ladies luck
To clasp our hands in greeting
We know you were quite struck
By our hospitably wet meeting

We simply cannot wait
To meet more of your kind
We'll save them a plate
Heaped high with your rind

So until next time we meet
And until next time we dance
Please do not compete
In our little games of chance
12.August.2015: Never forget.
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Re: Impediments

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Now I ain’t been in town all that long (wrong)
So I’ll ask you all through this song (long)
You know that door down the way? (pray)
Hanging loose in the frame (game)
But you weren’t to blame (name)
When that voice called you to play (flay)

Yeah, you know you know the place (race)
With smeared paint on his face (trace)
When your best years have passed (fast)
You wanted to touch spring (king)
With that warm wet it would bring (sting)
But he wore the bite marks of his last (blast)

And sooooo you turned your head, his dead voice touched your ears as he said (dead)
My water is clear, don’t leave me here (bear)

Remember that time he shone like the sun (bung)
You promised him that he was someone (bum tonne)
He just wants one more chance to be brave (shave)
Hold him close (dose)
And he’ll be your slave (rave)

But you turned your head and moved on to the next (sexed)
You can tell when someone has been hexed (wrecked)
You’re in your winter years now aren’t you? (stew)
It’s not easy getting old (bold)
Your hearth is lonely when it’s so cold (told)
And no one told you what to do (shoe)

Now he waits in the vale, you’ve both been left behind (she rind)
The sun is coming up but you’re both stuck in separate caves (knaves)

Now he waits in the vale, you’ve both been left behind (see lines)
The sun is coming up but you’re both stuck in separate caves (lathes)

The hourglass hasn’t been kind (signed)
The snot slime is taking your breath (death)
That last grain is falling (bawling)
But no one cares (rears)
You could have had that whore (store)
But you’re no more (bore)

And that's too bad (sad)
12.August.2015: Never forget.
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Re: Impediments

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Rumple C wrote:
Tue Mar 03, 2020 9:40 am
Now I ain’t been in town all that long (wrong)
So I’ll ask you all through this song (long)
You know that door down the way? (pray)
Hanging loose in the frame (game)
But you weren’t to blame (name)
When that voice called you to play (flay)

Yeah, you know you know the place (race)
With smeared paint on his face (trace)
When your best years have passed (fast)
You wanted to touch spring (king)
With that warm wet it would bring (sting)
But he wore the bite marks of his last (blast)

And sooooo you turned your head, his dead voice touched your ears as he said (dead)
My water is clear, don’t leave me here (bear)

Remember that time he shone like the sun (bung)
You promised him that he was someone (bum tonne)
He just wants one more chance to be brave (shave)
Hold him close (dose)
And he’ll be your slave (rave)

But you turned your head and moved on to the next (sexed)
You can tell when someone has been hexed (wrecked)
You’re in your winter years now aren’t you? (stew)
It’s not easy getting old (bold)
Your hearth is lonely when it’s so cold (told)
And no one told you what to do (shoe)

Now he waits in the vale, you’ve both been left behind (she rind)
The sun is coming up but you’re both stuck in separate caves (knaves)

Now he waits in the vale, you’ve both been left behind (see lines)
The sun is coming up but you’re both stuck in separate caves (lathes)

The hourglass hasn’t been kind (signed)
The snot slime is taking your breath (death)
That last grain is falling (bawling)
But no one cares (rears)
You could have had that whore (store)
But you’re no more (bore)

And that's too bad (sad)
That was amazingly fast. IN my mind, this was done as a rap.
There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
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Re: Impediments

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There is only one thing worse than a chorus of boos for a performer. Complete lack of interest. When Silas had first begun his song about whoring and how Vale Clearwater was nothing but a dead painted slut he attracted a few raised eyebrows from the up-town up-market up-your-arse crowd in the Jade Jug. When they failed to make sense of his additional though unwilling nonsense rhyming at the end of every breath they scoffed and turned their back on him.

Those fuckers. Silas grumbled long into the night over countless (5) bottles of hard dwarf liquor. In his mind he killed them all in the Jade Jug dozen times, wiping their bloodied heads all over the plush carpets. He’d burned down the JJ until it was no more than a memory. He’d cut down the door with an axe and piss in all the bottles with a never ending stream of golden scorn before roaring with laughter as the clientele drank and talked about musty overtones and hints of spring.

In the morning he awoke, his boots still on, his beard plastered to his forehead, and his mouth as dry as his dear mothers grave. Those fuckers. He didn’t have to change his performance or his music. No fuck them. They had to change. It was time to double down. It was time to go all in.

After a long overdue piss and breakfast.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
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