Took a break from work, Decide to write a poem And I thought of you... In blankets, LOoking for a song,
You're living in a fascinating world Where the languages are different But the people are selfish and Lost at sea Torn apart at the seams
The poem's page is torn into pieces The message is still on the phone As a text I have 12 minutes Before I take you to pieces Look at your ashes They all burn to seamless Floating on the breeze Dusty windows at the yellow dawn Of green day Of ******'s release
"Be a man," keep them out noisy Irishmen break the fight with Italian stilettos from the shop of the British. Irishmen you'll be done when we’re done with ya. But stay in your country.