you can dress up but you cant

hide. the peak & drift of anthems

is for alcoholics. a good runner just

            not a classy runner. on

the job the snot … runs out with the tide. no sob stories ~

            no … pain in the arse. divorce is for mugs sleep with

            me. about as soulful as paul weller pull the other.

            ink wells up as pens

            run out. whats that

got to do with simple minds & all. eighties

living in the eighties. regular haircut a clean

            shirt should be so lucky. its

            all war or peace innit. what

a heart doesnt know a mind wont get to

think about. pal you can line up for a nutjob count

            me missing. like a bit

of handcuff got the wrong man. pie &

sauce love leave it etc. used to watch the

king & i with me mum before some nice

            old dear ran her over running from

toerags. a smack mechanics all part of the job. some are

            stupid others can thank their lucky stars.

            god stand up for mates

with dicks for brains … sometimes youve got to try another angle.

            sayings seem like bullshit most

when they most apply to yourself. love on

one set of knuckles hard on the other. to be continued

            eh thats the tragedy everyone wants

            closure so they rip a bit more off each

            other. you can see a boy in a man or smell

            onion on a cooks hands. of

            course it was their amours