Ungrateful Bastards

You
have
no idea

How it
pisses
me off

To
hear you
bemoan

What
you’ve
got

When
there’s
some of us

With
no-one
to hold

With
nothing
to help

Keep
out the
cold

Parachutes

I’m not sure I
can offer much

But a tissue
for your tears

A shoulder for
you to lean on

And an endless
supply of beers

Swipe Right

How’s
about
it

Just
us
two?

Fancy
a
walk

Visit
the
zoo?

Get
a
beer

Eat
some
food?

Spend
the
night

Being
terribly
rude?

The Trick Cyclist

I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment

I don’t
want
to see
you today

What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed

When
you can’t
help me
anyway?

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