Published March 17, 2007
So I'm sat here on my ass.
Listening to all your trash.
I've a feeling, I don't know,
Something deeper than
A dynamo.
I feel like whistling along,
Singing the song, but
All I hear is ron-do-dom
-Don. A litany of blatent
Lies, lost years, and forgotten
Cries.
Please help mother, 'cause I've
Learnt to care: boys will be boys.
Drank so much that I'm out there
Playing the game: that same lame
Game. Remember honey, the fallacy
Of fame.
Sex with a scorecard, put me in the know.
Done so many things, guilty things that show,
It was sex with a scorecard, every
Moves a point. Sex with a scorecard,
Fouls for free! here's a joint!
So now I'm incarcerated in the County jail,
Locked away from my loved ones: big
Blondes and ginger ale. It was sex with
A scorecard, the crime of overdrive,
Sex with a scorecard, every day's a ride.
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I really liked that, it flowed really well.
All the alliteration and rhymes that were encorporated throughout were really good. I can't really point out anything that I didnt like or thought didnt work.
Oh and my favourite two lines had to be
Very nice.