Over The Pond Naturalisation
By birksy
I’ve lost a can, I’ve lost a bottle, These are my gucky’s, but they’ve gone away. I search the net, man I’ll need a yank quite soon. Laughter abrasive, intelligence sometimes negligible, but without the drip, drip, drip, where will we be, how can we grow? Slip into the right gear, wash myself with tanning pills, no need to smile, there’s a clip on my face. Shoot long from my hips, so damn high I hit the ceiling, eyes shut yet I’m looking at yew. Deepest south, haven’t got no hates, haven’t got no views, clues, news to abuse. Boy, it don’t get much better than this. Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 01:41 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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