Lyrics to Verse Won, a recent poem, from a soon-to-be-released Novel by Roger Francis AKA Ostravious.

Telly Ban, Taliban Tongue and Lung Buster

Tongue Twisted, Twisted Trans Sister, Transmit in a Transit

Up on bricks, she’s seen m
|}ore back seats than singular earrings

It’s the year 4086, the general opinion is that i’m still the illest

a robbey, I been in more pockets than Pool balls, Strickland akin

You say ‘One’ a lot ‘cos it’s all you can count too, serious

Also u promised a Hoe you would do time for her, Snoop Furious

Suspicious like a girl called Natasha, Monty Python Shit, Bolton

Screws, Nuts and Bolts like a Robot Caustic Fella

Comes and Goes, Roots like a Black Thing

ICE, all u got is Fluffy Dice in the window

Withdraw to withdraw to buy draw,

shit is wickeder, get high in my car

A gifted thief, I thieve rare gems while thieving rare gems

A blatant thief

What do I mean? simultaniously

Synonymentry, a singularity, shit synonymous with synchronicity

Nobody ever heard of me, the illest lyrically, obvious, must be

Maybe I should say i’m Banksy

Let them eat Pussy, Let them Sniff Coke,

Let the Meat Cake whut mme? Let them meet Fate

Token Toke Taker, I could give you two’s on that, utilise da fag

meat faker, u don’t want it why simulate? A Lezzy Quorn phallus

make her meatfater, quaker breakfast where i’m the oat provider

woman get on, get off on the kneecap n’ thigh, quarter foot

get it up, a prurient pink porno poster Pure, get it down, get it off

mount it, pritt stick kinda, guerilla tape makes it permanent

even if I wasn’t it’d still be perfect

no secret theres two feet that inch below the kneez

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Author: Roger Francis AKA rog@littleandromeda.com Android

Musician, Artist, Writer. Telepath. Psychic. Schizophrenic. Auteur. Cat Lover. Cheap, Seedy Quality. Undiagnosed For The Truest State. Happy. Free. Poor. Weird. Eccentric. Single. R. That’s R Hippy, in a PICU

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