One of the most annoying, of all humaine beings.
Yes you got it ,the ponce.
Or greedy selfish fuck.
The story begins.
Yea is it ok for a smoke.
Ime not going to deny someone a fag.
Here you go.
Any hash to put in to it (the rolling tobaco).
YES no worries.
Thirsty now.
Got a drink.
fuck yea.
Hungry.
Bacon and egg sandwich.
There you go.
Something to wash it down with ?.
YEA got any booze.
On its way.
Another fag with hash.
You havent got a fiver i can borrow & never pay back.
Have you.
Of course.
Can i use your phone quickly to call my sister in australia.
Two hours later (off the phone now).
Ok to have a quick shower.
YES.
Any more alcohol.
Ime parched.
"Hang on."
"Are you not eating that bit of chicken left on your plate."
"No m8 ime full."
"Sweet ile have it."
Runs to a corner of my room.
Peeping at me now and then as the animal saveges the piece of chicken.
Its mine now ,all mine.
As it gives a gasely glare.
A look of panick.
Striken by thoughts of loss.
This was its meat.
It now owns this grusome, saveged piece of, chicken
It was rather barbarik.
I go to the loo.
Only to catch the scavenger.
Spraying my bottle of boss aftershave like its going out of fasion.
Ime getting wound up at this cruel greed.
I give a piercing look.
A look of discust.
It,leaves me to use the toilet.
FLush the bog.
Back to my living room.
The fuckers going through my roaches now.
Checking for any sighns of shrapnel,of bud left.
As the fucker has smocked all the hash.
DRUNK my booze.
Ate my food.
And so on.
Now the foul greed has been met.
Its,up streching.
Yawning. content on my behalf.
"Ok to pop round tommorow m8"
YES YOU GREEDY FUCK.
And right on cue the fucks back round.
And the same old story.
Untill that was.
I asserted myself.
And put a stop to it.
JESUS,i wasnt going to let this foul pig,dry me out.
FUCK NO.
The fucker would have the boxers of me if he could see them.
Can i shag your girlfriend.
But yea ponses or greedy people who think the world ows them,
Take,snatch,take,.
And its always one way traffic.
One day i was on my ass.
SKINT.
It, pops round i ask has he a rolly (ciggerate).
Ah, sorry m8 aint got any.
I only catch him out my window smoking as he walks off.
Walks off into the horizon.
And i hope he just keeps on walking.
FUCK IT IF YOU CANT FLY TO THE MOON, THEN FUCKING WALK IT.
Then youve got your tight fucks to.
But thats another story.
Yes you got it ,the ponce.
Or greedy selfish fuck.
The story begins.
Yea is it ok for a smoke.
Ime not going to deny someone a fag.
Here you go.
Any hash to put in to it (the rolling tobaco).
YES no worries.
Thirsty now.
Got a drink.
fuck yea.
Hungry.
Bacon and egg sandwich.
There you go.
Something to wash it down with ?.
YEA got any booze.
On its way.
Another fag with hash.
You havent got a fiver i can borrow & never pay back.
Have you.
Of course.
Can i use your phone quickly to call my sister in australia.
Two hours later (off the phone now).
Ok to have a quick shower.
YES.
Any more alcohol.
Ime parched.
"Hang on."
"Are you not eating that bit of chicken left on your plate."
"No m8 ime full."
"Sweet ile have it."
Runs to a corner of my room.
Peeping at me now and then as the animal saveges the piece of chicken.
Its mine now ,all mine.
As it gives a gasely glare.
A look of panick.
Striken by thoughts of loss.
This was its meat.
It now owns this grusome, saveged piece of, chicken
It was rather barbarik.
I go to the loo.
Only to catch the scavenger.
Spraying my bottle of boss aftershave like its going out of fasion.
Ime getting wound up at this cruel greed.
I give a piercing look.
A look of discust.
It,leaves me to use the toilet.
FLush the bog.
Back to my living room.
The fuckers going through my roaches now.
Checking for any sighns of shrapnel,of bud left.
As the fucker has smocked all the hash.
DRUNK my booze.
Ate my food.
And so on.
Now the foul greed has been met.
Its,up streching.
Yawning. content on my behalf.
"Ok to pop round tommorow m8"
YES YOU GREEDY FUCK.
And right on cue the fucks back round.
And the same old story.
Untill that was.
I asserted myself.
And put a stop to it.
JESUS,i wasnt going to let this foul pig,dry me out.
FUCK NO.
The fucker would have the boxers of me if he could see them.
Can i shag your girlfriend.
But yea ponses or greedy people who think the world ows them,
Take,snatch,take,.
And its always one way traffic.
One day i was on my ass.
SKINT.
It, pops round i ask has he a rolly (ciggerate).
Ah, sorry m8 aint got any.
I only catch him out my window smoking as he walks off.
Walks off into the horizon.
And i hope he just keeps on walking.
FUCK IT IF YOU CANT FLY TO THE MOON, THEN FUCKING WALK IT.
Then youve got your tight fucks to.
But thats another story.
