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Just squiggle that’s all
Hurt beaten and broken frankly.
I bought the boss his robe; made him it last week. He cries; ‘I don’t wish to wear blue today. I’m not paying him.’
I played music for the lovers; they’d paid in complaints.
I said to the man behind the checkout: ‘you look nice to day.’ He replied, ‘you coming on to me?’ and punched my arse to the ground.
Hurt beaten and broken frankly.
I squiggled on the wall for free. The men over looking got paid to shout out ‘Get a squiggle on. We’ve got a meeting with our Oxford brothers at 2pm.’

This is a Depressing Poem
I get up to see the sun broken

Black thoughts fill the rooms and all I can say is hello again

All good has been cast in the shadow the moment his team walk in

You’re Disabled, no wonder you’ve no company when you were enabled you were hit by a bus at least with us you’re sure

I get up to see the sun is broken and the spring has been chained up, winters shipped in

You’re broken so why even think about fixing yourself? You’ll just be a ghost to the men who stand tall what else you got to offer

Delia Trifle

Delia trifle with me

If all I can do is be in love with you whatt can I do when you’re in another’s hand?

He’ll take so much more care of you than I but…

Delia trifle with me, just once in them eyes I feel anything could last

Sure I should be a good boy but Delia he never got the girl, just got blown apart

Iv told’em love isn’t good for me I’ve nothing within me but a sex drive

The twists and turns of your sweet Helter Skelter body babe, to me it’s a rhapsody I’d be no good for love I’m made of stone.