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old age killed my teenage bride

nob ‘eads & pillocks




Children never really

become adults

coz existence is a game,

from the very 1st yawn

of the dawn of time

it's always been the same,

the rules are an absolute

gobshite to follow

- it drives most folk insane,

yet still some nob 'eads cheat

& think it's grand & reet

but ignore these pillocks

coz there's no acclaim

in shame

...













November 4, 2015resarfpoetry old age killed my teenage bride Leave a comment
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