Old cunts (Part Deux)

To listen to old people whinging like fuck is a pastime I rather enjoy. I’ve heard every sort of complaint from them all I know all the tricks they deploy. They reel you right in with their whispy demure and maintain that they all had it worse than the kids of today who don’t know…

To listen to old people whinging like fuck is a pastime I rather enjoy. I’ve heard every sort of complaint from them all I know all the tricks they deploy.

They reel you right in with their whispy demure and maintain that they all had it worse than the kids of today who don’t know what they’ve got, as they scrabble for change in their purse.

In a line for a brew you can smell them in front as the rose water seeps from their pores. They complain out the blue for a pitiful sigh as the rest of the line just stands bored.

Can you tell that today is a bad day to be in a cafe that feeds my mistrust? But to try and to feel any empathy will lead my caring to just bite the dust.

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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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