Pow I write the worst personal letters you've ever read and my handwriting is terrible. (If you've experienced one you should forget everything) I re-write poems that are even worse It stinks like fucking shit Bloody hell. What's that all about? Anyway. I got a blue pair of trousers And nothing matches with it I note that that one's crying And that one isn't there Nothing rhymes with all the time Fuuuuuck it best be on the wine Not when you least expect it and then bam pow bang bash Like a punch in the mouth whose nose is all runny Ouch yes that hurt too So long as one knows nothing And don't go out too far It will be all okay let's try understand To indifference independently Lying for a change Not going to some no good bar ♣️
