proper narkotic fun

   This is boring me now, let's go for a different approach?! ...plaster this in your eyes if you're bored of old thighs.



I wake up with a glow,
So cheerfull it makes me tearfull...and so?
Im feeling light although the dark that's outside holds fright.

This is for all you reading this!! I'll change this poems writing for a sly kiss,
Afterall, happy poems are always bliss!
A poem about sunshine and rainbows, kick back with a pizza like most,
So I count my change..only to scrape enough for a crate and poppers to taste!

Cmon' lads! Graft ya contacts, sort us a Henry of sniff ye?!
I'd prefer white lines than spliffs, its fair.

'Knock, Knock' ..our booze is topped, enough skunk for us to drop. And now we got the charlie...dunno bout you's, but im set Marley!    YOU WANT A HAPPY POEM.. 'aswell get fuckin trashed...shut the door! Sack bein a bore, whack on the SUB, spark the spliff, better than the pub.

Lend me a sniff note, get a few drags on the smoke, and spill a bottle in my throat.
Cloudy room and inside is me, proper twisted of my tree!
We're missing some fanny! 'Mate' ya still know them strippers? Bring em down for us to rag, pay enough for a joint shag.
Pissed, baked, fucking strippers while on flake. The speakers pound around town.
Jaws fly all over, thought it'b a chill night, no 5am needing pills to bite.

Id prefer more uppers....ya know, just a quick supper.
The sound of some Mandy does get me randy! Would finish off dandy. Now all ya jaws hangin more, cunts are droolin on my floor!

Smoke, sweat, booze abused, a drug refuge...fuck this mate, I gotta dash so I can fucking SPEW!!

    You want happy and fun?...there ya go cunt.