Dressed smart, clean shave, n sat back,
But 2 the shrink I was a scruff in a cap,
I've never worn one, everyone knows that,
But didn't stop his report, full of crap.
Bur I'm always running late for appointment,
A societal n parental disappointment.
On the search for magic ointment,
To stop the pain in my knee joint.
Got rotting bones from inside,
And from the agony theres no hide.
Couldn't top myself when I tried,
N doubt anyone cared if I died.
So I'm stuck on this roundabout,
With no one there to help me out.
I get in trouble without a doubt,
So carry my briefs digits all about.
Coz this shits gonna come 2 an end,
Its twisted me round every tight bend.
Got no final address 2 send,
The last letter to write at the end.
So shake the bell on that tree,
Coz one day you'll stop seeing me.
It will happen quite suddenly,
Just be prepared for my tradgedy.
@2026 All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid
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