It sucks doesn’t it

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