Where do you want the year to end?
4am in a carpark, Christmas day...?
I've been working the graveyard shift
throughout the festive season..
Perhaps not feeling as merry as the gentleman
receiving aural delight from his attractive slut
knelt down on the piss stained concrete floor of
the synagogue carpark.. she was too busy to offer
any civility and probably thought it rude to address
me with her mouth full..
the gentleman however took great delight in turning
slowly his arched body, throwing back his head and
with a mouth full of broken & discoloured teeth uttering
the words "chaos reigns"
What a complete cunt, doesn't he know this will upset
my concentration? I've got paperclips to count you fuck.
This is how my year draws to a close, another Woody Allen
moment of bleakness on some desperate black and white train
whilst the rest of the world fucks itself in glorious
I would recount the year in a more civilised and constructive
way, but as well you know me, I can't be fucked.