Writing Telling us off [M -- Language]

[O-Ushi]

[B]Telling us off[/B]

And as we scoff at crude skinheads
Who carve 4 letter words on bathroom stalls
And the monuments that mark the dead
We mock and curse them, one and all.

But can we blame the do it,
The dole-wallahs, the unemployed,
Mayhap we should think and listen to it,
Their excuse, their desire to destroy

[I]"I'll tell you what really riles a bloke
I'll you why I did wot I did.
I see these jobs, butcher and baker. Me I'll croak
Doing the nowt I did as a kid.

You poets shout in your fancy manners
'bout how life is unfair and times is hard
But I see jobs like 'Byron, Tanner'
and this cunt 'aberdasher, 'Appleyard.'

Me mum's up in 'evean. I don't want to meet 'er,
As she hears them list me dirty deeds.
How the fuck can I be praised by St. Peter?
All me life I'm on the dole in [B]FUCKIN' LEEDS[/B]!

And when you lots been praised by the lord's own gob
and us dole-wallahs kicked out to the void
What are the masons gonna carve for my job?
[B][FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium]This cunt that lieth here wor unemployed?[/FONT][/B]

This lot worked one job all their life though, I mean
Wordsworth 'Organ builder' lieth here interred"
[/I]
I fear they'll chisel 'poet' when they do me
And that's a fucking four-letter-word.

[Sword Breaker]

lol, I love that poem-thing, especially the last line "And that's a fucking four-letter word" Goodstuff, make more.