in doss houses disguised as
brothels where they try and
do it but can’t get
it up at all because
they spend to much time
stroking the wrong part of
some old fat bird from
there party sausage and then
hanging around the public toilets
looking for a good time
or even a proper job.
hiya,
selling crabs on the seashore
thanks harry, long retired.
so they can scratch for
making themselves look like silly
Billies as Denis Healey would
be turning in there grave
when he is dead which
he was as The Exchequer
who took all our money
hiya,
to keep himself in whisky
thanks harry, long retired.