Seeing dead fellows, what are screens for
My bedfellows your dream four
Stringfellows these skeezes
Could be making good dosh teasing
Indoors without their drawers for geezers
Could get endorsed, some upstart wanting to back a horse
Plant the sword but I’m assuredly not the standard for Gryffindor
Smoking that strongsmell horse
You can only horse down indoors
And those heady capsules that can force
A hench horse to the floor
Without four henchmen applying force
Everything must go, nothing left for the bench
Carrion crow going at Poundland prices
If you’re carrying dough, Steam Sale
I’m sniffing it like Carrie Fisher
I want the buzz to last longer like I took a picture
Fat arse has the thong mostly swallowed
Sallow for a foreign, not watching where I stick it
We’re all having a go, no stranger pricks
What’s a team for? Unless the jersey changed
This bad lifestyle that I’ve embraced
Even my far-from-straight Doctor
Said it could do me for as he filled out my docket
So with what’s in me sock
Pay another doc until it’s deemed safe
For me to look reem all the time, safe
And shovel neenaw sherbert rocks to me face.
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