Full range Bore

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I forced my instincts
Into a flame and over my blame
I closed my eyelids
And measured my name: was it the same?
But can I have some more
Of your readymade some more
Of your misty Friday gore?
But can I have some more
Of your silly sliding doors
Of your full range bore?
I cooked your omelets
With nothing but eggs (probably fair)
But you dropped your earrings into those eggs (and that’s how it tasted)
But can I have some more
Of your readymade some more
Of your lusty  Friday gore?
But can I have some more
Of your silly sliding doors
Of your full range bore?
I want many things more
You need many things more