Hi all. First time poster, long time reader. Normally I like to just read on the forum, I enjoy hearing the opinions of all even if I might not necessarily agree with some, but I think that helps give you a good grounding, a centre point or fulcrum if you like and opens your mind up to different ways of thinking.
However something just spurred me into action yesterday-probably how piss poor ‘they’ really are and the fact it’s being swept under the carpet, surprise surprise eh?
Anyway I came up with a little poem. What do I call them? Well here’s something I wrote yesterday hope you enjoy
THEM CUNTS
I will never tire of putting them cunts back in their box
Not with arrogance or snide, but with wit calm and pride
Be humble in victory and gracious in defeat
Sadly something them cunts couldn’t ever complete
We may in future become fuckin shite again
Like we once were back when I was ten
For years we had to endure, all them cunts bile and abhor
However times have changed and that’s no longer and no more
Times our hard for them cunts now
But they’ll pull through cos it’s what them cunts do
They’re the biggest and best in all the world
Funny that cos I’ve not heard a word
But them cunts will never know, what it’s like to be true
Cos I may be a ****, but at least I’m blue