FML. Where’s me mask now?

Wtf is going on? Another sun filled day of fun. No bike to crash around the bends, No daft arsed pranks (well that depends) On if I want to have a laugh Or need to choose the pensive path. I’ve ventured out to have a bite Forgot me mask as well, in spite Of always…

Wtf is going on?

Another sun filled day of fun.

No bike to crash around the bends,

No daft arsed pranks (well that depends)

On if I want to have a laugh

Or need to choose the pensive path.

I’ve ventured out to have a bite

Forgot me mask as well, in spite

Of always having one to hand

I wish I had the balls to stand

For what I really want to say

‘go fuck yourselves, this is MY way’

To kick against the pricks again

And vent my anger wrapped in pain

But no! I shall not Rick the boat

I should have had one in me coat.

Too late. I realise I’m a dick

I used me hands (now THATS a trick

But salesmen eyes me with derision

My open digits masked precision

Yet not enough to calm the masses

At least I didn’t steam up me glasses.

Bereft excuses to open me wallet

I know I’ll have to bite the bullet

And buy a mask from one small shop.

I’m well pissed off. I’ll have to stop.

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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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