And for the rest of his life he feared phones, jumped for cover at alarm sounds, and never boarded a train

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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