Rotten cold is rotten bad
Rotten telly is rotten crap
Rotten miserable
Rotten sad
When this cold is gone I will be rotten glad
Having a cold is rotten
Rotten hot
Rotten cold
Rotten snot up my nose
Rotten sweat down my back
Rotten tissues by the pack
Having a cold is rotten
Rotten phlegm
Rotten cough
Rotten medicine stinks a lot
Rotten limbs ache a lot
Rotten everything or what
Having a cold is rotten

I never forgot you from school
The number of times you called me Idiot, Stupid and a fool
The number of times you pulled my hair
The number of times you smacked my head
The number of times I wished you dead
The number of times I just didn't care sat upon the detention chair
And just like you I wished I wasn't there
Everyday the same old faces
Being told we were disgraces
That nobody would ever employ
You did your best to destroy our self esteem
Our football player / Astronaut dreams
No !
You are not allowed
A dead end job beckons you
Either that or the unemployed queue
For the number of times I dared to disrupt your classes
So its with a " Up Yours " smile
I exceeded all expectations by a mile
I afford myself a grin
Remember this
As one little ******* leaves
Another always follows them in

Who is the poet of the ******* wall
The one who mocks and curses us all
He takes the **** out your private parts in rhyme
A sort of obscene Wordsworth a voice of our time
And no can escape his poetical bent
When a message from the bladder to the brain is sent
You have no option but to answer natures call
And to face up to the facts and the writing on the wall