He had a nerve yer know

calling me seven bellys,

lift up yer chin he said

and the other four he said.


So I thought to me self

fuck you, you lanky streak of piss,

then I hit him with the cue ball

and danced upon his head.


Now that's what I call nerve

yeah that's what I call nerve

when I danced upon his head

cause all his nerves were dead.

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Jules Clare

Fri 21st Jan 2011 14:52

I like it a lot
My poetry can be seen at or on this site

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