I WAS TALKING. miserable b*****d.A Poem by yorkie
I was talking the other day
that makes a change for me normally I'm a miserable b*****d. what was I talking about well that's the funny thing seems I don't really know. perhaps something or nothing so at least I have it half right you see I can remember nothing at all. funny I don't know who I talked to wonder if I talked to myself I know I lost the argument can you lose one against yourself ? seems I did yep-must have done cant even win an argument bloody hell not even now. standing here arguing at myself I must seem mad to some that's why in a miserable old b*****d now.
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