always moaning about their bosses
yet subsequently buy truckers tat
for their volvo FH unit
that was painted by drunken
Ewoks who wana fight everyone
shorter than themselves sporting tattoos
warts and pork pie hats
presenting Radio Oxford whilst drunkenly
morris dancing in Stanton Hardhat
drunk as skunks on cheap
Tesco’s red wine and some
cheap non fizzy cider muck
bought from the nearby local
dell boy in a back
pack full of lucky heather
nicked from the stand outside
the house of ill repute
where Gordon Brown learnt how
to take it like a
man and keep on smiling