i was never a big fan
of limp bizkit...
o.k., i was when
i managed to land a spit-bomb,
on someone,
from the roof of
storied parking lot,
with peter richardson
in tow...
            and we laughed it
off...
           i once attired
myself as samuel jackson
with a kagol flat cap...
   hold on: the song,
we we're never left touch
attire, ourselves with the mad *******,

i'll keep my memory
of peter intact wit
kieeran...
and what the hell happend
jumping over that
south park fence...
  dangling monkey...
  ******...
              after the hours....
me and kieeran...
knuckle assured.
around the kidneys...
     punching each other silly....

youth club,
we used to chase
snooker cues
and girls and chances
of labouring under *****
mags...
most notsbly from Ypres....
******* h'america....
death sow, death sigh...

   death via h'america....
limp bizkit..
hold on.