PIGS PUDDIN.

"Have you ever ate pigs pudding?

It's fucking disgusting

But I eat it at birthdays and funerals

Feeding on the blood of the week

Makes me feel like less of an absolute fuck up

I feel like a fat god on a bench

Noshing on the mortal blood sausage

I wallow in the stench

And take those in my vicinity hostage

To my oppressive mood

Shared amongst the brood

The end runs at me like a nemesis

No stoppage

Swallow me

The passengers are enemies

The bus is flooding

They can see my history

They are all whispering and judging

Swallow me swallow me

Take my bloodline and make pigs puddin

Lovely, bloody lovely

I lost my key

Its so easy

I've only got one key

And the Mrs ain't back for hours

And I've already had a day, you know,

One a them days

Now all I can do is sit by the bins and pontificate

The fuckin state of the fuckin state

Stand at the gate and self-flagellate

You might think, blimey!

But Im running out of ways to communicate

If we all just round them up

They wouldn't have a look in

Take back the blood and make pigs pudding

Lovely, bloody lovely

Well I guess I could just go fuck myself

And I just might"