Friday, September 18, 2015

Ain't We Got Fun



Ain’t We Got Fun



In my darkest hour of need
Still I reek a bit of greed
Hands that shake and legs that lock
A heart a lung a cunt a cock
Who’s that sleeping ‘neath the sun?
Why, it’s me!
Ain’t we got fun?


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