Twat...i mean
Twas a strange night, two dates
One unconfirmed, the other...unconfirmed
A glass of you
A glass of you
I don't get life
I resist the pull asmuchas
But the pull has a strong pull
If only the heart was absorbed by
Rebellious Africa
Luke warm Lancashire
Artistic endeavour
The Greve text in pictures and other hoax material cracks
In me a smile
Balances the beads of salt manufactured by the glossy
Head canvass
Frontal always, exposed, never damned discreet
Discreet can be dealt with afterwards...nothing a quick
Sluice can't fix, I am no machine, no design for
Dominance...and I reside in a notorious postcode
I have my licenses and my collection of badges
Well you know what badge-wearers are like
I feel a connection, there are three types of
People in this world...those who can count
And those who
Cannot