colin

WORK

NEED A BEER

Drain pipes so large,

Ground so hard,

Crowbar jarr's,

Not leave'ing a mark,

Vibrate'ing through my arm's,

Like thunder in the dark, 

Blister's on my palm's,

Burst with each jarr

Blood poure's down the bar,

A job so large,

Won't finish before dark,

Why did I start, I should get my arse into gear, Instead I'll drink some beer. Colin Bradley.

 



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