It sucks doesn’t it
Your life
Ticking you off a bit,
Making you glum
Not much fun?
Burn their bums!
Take them to the shed
Off with their heads
Put them to bed
Is that too crude?
Sorry to be rude
Go on intrude
They don’t mind
Go on unwind
Hit them in time
Vile hands
Ageing sands
Crappy bands
Why you here?
For my beer
Your too near
Bang goes my gun
To the floor
Oh what fun
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Phil lister 05/10/17
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Go on, scooch
I ain’t no mooch
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