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Da Shit Son smelly Bum

Sorry mend's abroken thread's

And da story start's a new

From out da heart of pain and doubt 

Way rise onward threw

Picking up piece's as way tumble along

With the past close behind

No one will rab me of the the good i found

Shouting  laughing pride

Anger gives fleshy a sharpy spear to protect

His holy crown

Thee tumbled and crawled

For far tay long

Thee wretchedness laugh's thy clown

I under da spell for much tay long

Repress thy glory of may song

While laughing distasteful harlot a death

Drank they watter thy had left

Barren desert's me soul's traversed

I had not longing far want nor thirst

Just thou love of she of thee wood

Who spake from tree and bony mood

Windy climb's and city's of crime

Cruel tyrant's lay in wait

I dant give a fuck cus I make may luck

There be a leprechaun in may vein's

Wiry box blinding light

I can no longer sleap at night

Voice's of noble's say peasant you be

But they bastardo's know not me

I king kong i beat may breast 

Climbing babylon i make may nest

May mistress shay be laying egg

So stay away an keep thy life

What ya say i can nay here

Da Shit son smelly bum finding fear

Dirt robe enclosed face needing washed

Go pitch  thy bed in far of climb

Sister's brother's o mine are few 

I alone sitting down

With na where ta go and dirty face

I throw may life ta the star's and fate

Sha went away with golden egg

an cut tha piller's o may life

I travel on but looking back

Into a world that know's not may

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Tina Moore

you know liam im having too much of a giggle at your title  where do ye get them from?   LOL   on a more serious note  its sad  but interesting read  i enjoyed  liam    tina x

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LiamoAlive

I don't know tina

It just happened i was laughing my self

when it came into my head.

It's sortv an ogre's memo

An irish  hunchback in a state of persecution

socity's on his back and he loses everything

That's kindve it i think:)

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Tina Moore

LOL  aye def lot of irish through it  but really really  catches ye !    love the title  LOL  

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