Moron

 

Writing shit is what I do,
It's what my rhyming has now come to.
I can never stop, because that would be kind of normal;
But I'm never really sure if I've finished,
So I'm forever adding even more on.


Speaking of morons, how’s ya mate 'Deadly Doug'?
He only won the darts cup, now he's looking very smug.
Hey Doug, how the Devil are you?  It’s been quite a while;
Just let me cock this gun and wipe off that smile.
Off flew his head, in one fucking piece.
Well apart from the hole, you used to call his face.


Here comes his missus, what was her name?
She's the mistress of the call-cards, she's the madam of pain.
She's another fucking whore, on another fucking day;
So come on tomorrow, bring the darkness and rain.
Woke up this morning, to the suns dazzling rays;
So I drew the curtains, got back in bed and put on my shades.


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