Tim and the Tin Tin Man Left on the Yellow Brick Road

Pop Ya bloodclot Sherlock all over the  mega bus taking a halfway stop to the pub toilets to toy around with tom boy Barbie, walk about the bar like a Michael Jackson zombie

There there’s a party going on .. A massive party.. Banner says.. For Theodore, Seems a bit Jewish for they’re all screwing ‘round with big hats on taller than pylons, some of which flying off the tables like bits of bats wings stuck Velcro on them, perhaps Mitsubishi bar mitzvah anging around a Charlie chaplin dance - c’mon everybody grab your jewish mannequins and ride them off into the sun like stun guns speeding in the cars of brands and slogans Mitsubishis but fuck the lot.. Back on the bus you poach around for plastic cups full of the wise mens whiskey, sharen’t you please top me up cried your uncanny nanny like a virus she’s called violet, but fun when she get violent so we’ll get er drunk and steer her riot
Like a full fock Rock your rocky horro’ sho’ boat
Beat around a bush and she bash out her mate Dorris with a “bung, bung, bung”
Yet
She’d agree too, maybe even the jews too, true true
Not as exciting as someone bashing their bishop starring a wet fish, alcoholic, one melancholic eating melon, hoping to pray in worship

But, back you - your tom girl who could pass as a boy you try get rid.. Wedge her ear wigs with

The  most complicated compliment
to a human would be:
I’ve ‘ad more overdoses than you’ve ‘ad seven dozen roses

Ooh, treading on thin ice?
She’d know you’re joking, yet cruising for a bruising on your rocky horro boat but question is she’s thinking while not cursing she asking ..
If chucked over would you float
Can you swim Tim.. Can you really think this girl is fine or is it your Dads birthday wine that’s gritting your sleazy ‘Mr Easy’ smile
Go on tell her, you could ride her for miles and the destination would be pure sensation.
So you tell her and over board you go. You’re stuck on the motorway. No way son.. Coach gone left you; horn bibs: “brum, brum brum”