D.P.Wanker

I’m lazy on the job, and a total fat slob, one shot and that’s it
Try to listen to her pain, it goes in and comes out,
The way it came in.
I only hear Ged’s bad jokes,
Coz living with you it’s all I can do, to keep me placid.

My face turns red, before it turns green,
Now it’s yellow,

I thought you were sweet, pretty and neat (slightly easy),
We met at a club, fuelled on meth, and wham that’s it
Year down the line, saying I’m fine, Na just good at lying
I’m not ok but day to day, I plod on regardless.

The world is mine the words will rhyme, coz I’ll make them
Even if it’s shit or just a crime, or another bender,
On the offender’s register.
DP it’s all about me, and you all are worthless,
As time rolls on, her pounds roll on, more ribs are broken.

Dial 999 I’m out of time,
Is dying on the job
Really a crime?

D.P Wanker, less loved than Adolph Hitler.
King rat, with out a pack, this ships long time sinking.
D.P

The same D.P, the rabbit and me, every thing gets boring!
So many tapes, from bi to rapes (haven’t tried that yet)
Too fat slob, falling asleep on the job, before the money, zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Turning blue that’s fun for you, but I just pass out.
Turning into the blob, as I fill my gob, with yet another burger.

My face turns red, before it turns green,
I’m the incredible sulk,
Ya know what I mean?

D.P Wanker, less loved than Adolph Hitler.
King rat, with out a pack, this ships long time sinking.
D.P

It’s like the wizard of Oz, all rolled into one
No brain no courage, no heart
And a life so fucked up it's out to lunch.
The poet laureate of Bristol, crawls from under its rock
And kills with its sickly touch.
So void of emotion these words don’t mean shit,
Ending it’s life would ease all our pain,
We do what must be done.
RIP, D.P. you Wanker

©Friday, 02 October 2009 Alex Kyriacou