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Feb 2019
You wanted to make a few quid but this really wasn't the way
You'd sneak it in stashed in a sack, it happens everyday

Thai police are not that bothered now on a little bit of sniff
A couple of packs lodged in between, those dogs wont get a whiff

Twenty grand for a weekend away, lovely when an easy job goes right
But that fella you met was a grass and a snitch, should have kept quiet on that flight

Now here you are, a quick court trial now lining up for that bullet to the head
You have one last wish, be it something to eat before you lay in your final death bed

Nothing comes to mind in a situation that you thought you'd never find, just one thing to take me back home
A well made cup of tea and that feeling to be free, a delicacy I will now never know

Blindfold on and the sound of guns being carefully loaded to the max
The things we do to fill our pockets in life and avoiding that wanted tax,

พร้อมแล้ว! (ready I presume)

จุดมุ่งหมาย! (that's got to be aim. ****)

ไฟ!!!!! (Well that last cup of tea was ni..........)



JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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