MANCHESTER SCALLY DRUG DEALERS 

2 young cocks come up to me at the kebab shop by Piccadilly gardens. The pair of dicks go into early 20s drug dealer mode offering me what drugs they have. Well I’m not shocked it confirms my poems that they deal in drugs. I’m right again! Big boy offers me sum Ketamine (horse tranquilliser), he shows me the small plastic bag with white powder in. That’s Ket my son. Well lad I don’t do that or Charlie, he asks did I go to Rockworld. No Rock Kitchen (always lie) I say. I do beer not drugs. I don’t see the Chas (Charlie) but short fat boy pesters me for my kebab meat. It mine! I give them my small portion of chips, knowing that nick does this poem to tell the world of 2 Manchester drug dealers both scallies who wait near the kebab shop next to the arcade at Pic gardens. Watch out for these 2twats I slander in my poem! Laurel and Hardy drug dealing scallies.