By Christ it’s hot
Takes the strength that I’ve got
To sit down on my bottom and eat

Had a Chinese today
As I faded away
Cuz last night I was washed off me feet

Now the weather is dire
And my balls feel on fire
Like I’ve scorched off me old a scrotal sac

But it’s never a drama
And as I call it Karma
Cuz tomorrow I’ll fly the fuck back

When circumstance changes
And flights rearrange
All their documents needed to board

I can ask Hanna’s mother
Cuz there is no other
That I trust when I’m travelling abroad.

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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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