Backroom Stocktake

Putting in credit to text about lettuce

Putting in low effort, still getting it

No extra credit, I’m cretinous

Stick to the method, a methodist

Deadliest Catch, open the hatch, see what I’ve netted

Mostly crabs, a few red lobster

This room, a view a few mobsters have used

Boozing, letting loose, laces open on our boots

No ticket for the Luas but use it, real time reads due

Quiet the zoot on my boot, look down the tram for spooks

Coast is clear so we’re on the move

If they get on, we’re off; the scoop

Mad strain from Spain could train a deranged to lift trays

But makes the sane crazy, a new fusion

Not what you’re used to, careful hoofin’

Tossed dwarves at Velcro walls in Corfu

Great craic, all work no play that’s more fool you

I’m drooling, shouting for someone to give me fool juice

Howling at the moon like a lunatic

How quick it switches, smiling to giving stitches

You can almost hear a ticking

New card bought new arms

Buy a nuke if I can, do these pukes damage

Always ate the sandwich and ditched the sultanas

Said I ate both if mam asked

That raven flew from the table to the cradle where sedately stays my bust of Pallas

Leadbelly how often I’m saying sorry mama

Sorry what? Turn down the telly!

I’m sorry my drugtaking, fundraising escapades turn your legs to jelly

But I love cheese more than Wallace and Gromit

Tossing wellies how I first tested my strength

Drugs I’m abusing comes in two parts, like Use your Illusion.

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