Saturday, 12 March 2016

Have a shave

It takes all sorts to make this world
So pleased That I'm not one of them.
Crowns to gowns, down low to downs
Moorish and boorish unforgettably poorish but who gives a fuck when he's covered in muck, the class of man the same when he's run out of luck, or is it?
give up freedom, pay your tax,
eat rich food, cholesterol is fat
like mmmmmcds, kfc's
Cream jam scones and cups of teas


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