Local Asshole Now Local Asshole With Blog: The Twisted Brain Wrong of a One-Off Man-Mental
All we can hope to leave them now is money.
Not with a bang but a whimper Came the end of a sovereign people At the hands of Biffo & Bertie, Fitzgerald & McCreevey; slick-tongue Lenihan saying black is white Read my lips, there is no bail-out Just a refusal to tell you the truth In everything we do. Now fuck off We have pensions to spend Millions to squander on ourselves Just like great-uncle in the post office, on whose memory we piss Pretending we're just like him Who knew hardship and hunger; Had grandparents thrown onto The roads of Bohola for being Skint; just like us, the smiling Piss taking assassins of your Sovereignty, dickheads. Have a lovely day.
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