I know my redeemer liveth
in a bottle of wine
pour another fucking glass
or I'll never see the next fucking dawn
why pretend your soul's anything
except a lump of crap
in your own feeble imagination
o dear o dear o dear
would the nurse
kindly change my soaking nappie?
Author notes
For American readers, nappie=diaper.
"When ya gotta go, ya gotta go" Discuss.
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This is quite possibly the deepest poem that you have ever penned, and I raise a glass in toast with you. Here, here, you big queer.
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