Wand’rin round shops when the sales hit the block, I’m alone, on me todd and I look like a cock!

When those screaming kids bleat they want this they want that, I’m just pleased that my girls never acted like twats!

There’s the ‘yoofs’ in their garbs that the privy has bought. With parental income of fuck all, that’s just nought.

With their six foot wide tellys and shit on the tick, is it even a wonder that these kids turn out thick?

But I shouldn’t moan really, it can’t be their fault cos they won’t lose a thing when their parents default on the loans from unscrupulous, untrusted sharks! Let them knock on your door as your Rottweiler barks!

In the time honoured way that the north breeds its men, if it’s not how they’re dragged up! Arrested again? And the girls look surprised with their weird looking brows. They’re at home, just as much, in a field full of cows!

Don’t think that I’m sexist or wanting a fight, there’s a place in this world for that feminist shite. It’s just not on the streets of a cold northern town, just head for the south and those big city clowns.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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