A recently
posthumous boy sat up and said;
“Cor
blimey I'm slimy but I'm not quite dead,
I'm
certain I was stabbed and I'm sure that I bled,
Hindsight now tells me that I should've fled...
...From that freaky brick shithouse who delivered the blows,
He jumped on my face and broke my nose.
And from my empty eye-socket, black pus now flows,
He took my last breath and left me for the crows.
I apparently made it (though my skull seems somewhat cleft)
I'd be pumping blood from my wounds but there is no blood left
But I’ll gather my courage and take one last non-existent breath
And set off to kill that cunt."
Hindsight now tells me that I should've fled...
...From that freaky brick shithouse who delivered the blows,
He jumped on my face and broke my nose.
And from my empty eye-socket, black pus now flows,
He took my last breath and left me for the crows.
I apparently made it (though my skull seems somewhat cleft)
I'd be pumping blood from my wounds but there is no blood left
But I’ll gather my courage and take one last non-existent breath
And set off to kill that cunt."
