On a day like today when I’ve nothing to say I’ll just sit with me pot of hot tea.
There’s no point in this really,
Although I have nearly
Worked out who is fucking with me.
It’s not so much hate that I tend to equate with the spunktrumpet kicking my head.
Just a strong attitude that this cunt’s being rude and that sometimes I wished they were dead.
Now Ill not pull me punches, I’m having me lunch and the food has gone down a right treat.
So muse as I do that I can’t kill this twat, I’ll sit pleasantly here in me seat.