Tuesday 10 February 2009

Dole

I sign at 1.45,
mines pretty regular,
they’ve got my hide,
watch my back and my bike,
they talk nice, I spin a few lines,
I'm not sayin I lie, im looking for work,
I just wont jerk chicken for a fiver a time,
nor will I pour wine,
it’s a fine line between
me and the big time,
but I sit and I yadder for tupance a week,
the future is brighter ,
brighter than bleak ,
I yadder some more for £60.50
while the shify fuck next to me’s on smack
smirking nifty,
might sell him some brick dust,
fuck it’s a quick must,
make a few quick bucks and buckle his teeth.


By Le d

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