Fifth week (or is it sixth?)

The fifth week of lockdown is showing the strain as I walk to my wood shop and start work again on a project that cropped up and popped in my brain. Another hot day! Why couldn’t it rain?

As I’ve socially distanced myself from the world, then I see other ignorant twats I’m submerged in an ocean of anger my teeth start to curl and reveal my distaste at those cunts unreserved!

But alas I’m no longer in charge of a gun, but just think if I was i’de be having such fun. I’de play out in the streets and enjoy the late sun as I pop a few rounds off till my ire is done.

Just stay well away, in fact stay in your homes, there’s no good that will come from the streets as you roam through the stagnated festering streets of this tome. Especially Mine, coz I’m in my ‘end zone’

Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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