Gotta get down it’s FRIDAY.

I shall drink, what d’ya think?Shall I shrink back from the brink?Should I stop the strop, go to the shopAnd hear those bottles clink?Shall I sleep? Fall in a heap?I will leap to curtains peep,Outside is dark, I’ll leave my markBy fuck! I sound so cheap!What the fuck? I have no luck.It don’t half suck… 

I shall drink, what d’ya think?
Shall I shrink back from the brink?
Should I stop the strop, go to the shop
And hear those bottles clink?

Shall I sleep? Fall in a heap?
I will leap to curtains peep,
Outside is dark, I’ll leave my mark
By fuck! I sound so cheap!

What the fuck? I have no luck.
It don’t half suck to be a schmuck.
But I’ll have my fun with everyone
With me you’re never stuck.

This is the end, I tell you friend.
Please let me send (not apprehend)
You’ve All my love from up above
And not one fuck this friend will send.

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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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