the clothes lay heavy around my feet
the pressure of keeping the bedsit neat
leaves me with lazy tendancies
after too many indulgancies
I use the floor boards as an ashtray
I stay in the mainstream and rarely
stray
past co-op, seven 11 safeway
half bottle of own brand vodka
too many late nights
too many cat fights at the pub
all the competition
and nervous twitches of ringside ensemble
the working class men
and the hoo ray hens
no balls when sober
no lead when drunk
they
drained all my energy
leaving me slumped
on this unmade bed
my armour left me
at sunrise
he was a lout
as usual after one thing
see,
me being the tout
let him have it
should have kept me legs closed
but no
he knows better
one last basement poke
ill never let him in again
I aint got the strength
nor the time for him.
who you think you are Romeo?
you chav!
you louse!
you upper class scouse grouse hunter
no chance!
upper class, classy birds,
they wont have you.
nope, you chav
stick with the dogs
tend the herds
youre good at that.