If it wasn’t you
It would have been someone else
I’m not that fussy
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If it wasn’t you
It would have been someone else
I’m not that fussy
I wish it was you
Underneath the mask
Instead of this (second rate)
Tribute act
As I sit here
All alone
And my tears
Begin to fall
I am reminded
Once again
Chamomile tea
Solves fuck all
It is 3am now
And I’ve run out of gin
So you can either
Turn your music off
Or just invite me in
Who’d have thought
That we’d come to
Both half dead
And needing the loo
Perhaps we should
Have thought this through
Instead of getting drunk
And doing the do
Are you actually straight
He said
Or perhaps potentially gay
I’m just bi myself
She said
And far happier that way
I used to think
I was pale
And interesting
Now I realise
Not only
Could I do with a tan
I am actually
Just dull as fuck
‘The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he’s pretty sure you’re fucked.’
– Steven Of Ireland
It’s pretty hot in here
He said
Do you think we should leave
We’ll be here until we die
She said
Stop being so fucking naive
Time is running out
She said
Remember we’re on the clock
I wish you’d just stop checking
He said
And focus on my… shoulder
I looked you up online
Last night
And was disappointed
With what I found
It seems first loves
Almost certainly are
Best left
In the playground
‘It’s shite being Scottish’
– Mark Renton
Just because you didn’t hear it
She said
Doesn’t mean it didn’t speak
I think perhaps you should discuss it
He said
With your psychiatrist next week
Who knew fifteen minutes
She said
Could really be that bad
I did the best I could
He said
In the limited time I had
Fifteen minutes
She said
Is all you’ve got
More than enough
He said
To shoot my shot
With cider
A go go
And knickers
A yo yo
The experience
A so so
Anything more
A no no
‘All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled.
It is the secret of their attraction.’
– Oscar Wilde
Down a shot
Smoke a blunt
Either way
You’re still a cunt
Here’s hoping
I don’t get drunk tonight
And tell you
What I really think
I didn’t think
There was anything else
You could do to anger me
But then you go
And confront me with
A fucking awful cup of tea
I sit and wonder
If the weather today
Will be any less shit
Than before
Oh, who am I kidding
The clouds are forbidding
So it’s obvious
What’s in store
Nobody says ‘potahto’
Not since those heady days
Of Haddaway in ’93
Have I really asked
How long it lasts
And what love means to me
If the choice
Is to go hard
Or go home
I know
Where I’m headed
I didn’t consider
Killing myself today
So that has to be a plus
I did, however,
Consider killing you
So there’s still issues
To discuss
‘Thou Shalt Think For Yourselves’
I love living here
Next to the sea
On my cosy little croft
But the seagull noise
When I’m trying to sleep?
That can fuck right off
I know that it
Has been a while
But sure as eggs is eggs
You do have such
A winning smile
And a cracking pair of legs
Time flies
When you’re having fun
That’s why it’s still midnight
As I’m having none
So this is your birthday
I hope you have fun
Another year over
But you’re still a cunt
If only this was a movie
One where the good guy wins
I wouldn’t be sitting here, alone,
Knocking back the gins
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