Your life is as shallow as a half dug grave;
With your smoking and your drinking and your drug-filled raves!
You think you're cool, with your body full of rings,
With your implanted horns, and the trash you sing!
Your life's in the gutter, as base as can be;
With your swearing and your sex-talk and your blas-phem-y!
You think you're cool with your breasts hanging out
With your mouth so vile as you scream and shout!
Your life is like rubbish that rots on a tip;
With your drinking binges, and your big fat spliff!
You think you're cool when you're high as a kite
When you go down the town and you start some fights!
Your life will end, in a lonely dark grave;
Cos of your smoking and your drinking and your drug filled raves!
Nothing left behind, but your bones and your rings,
Implanted horns, but no songs to sing!
Deeper than the gutter, your coffin will be!
No more swearing, no more sex-talk, no more blas-phem-y!
No more low cut clothes, with your breasts hanging out!
Silence, just silence, you won't scream or shout!
Your body will rot like rubbish on a tip;
Your time is done; like your burnt out spliff!
No more highs; No more flying like a kite!
No more town trips and no more fights
© Carolyn Davison 2011
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