Thats All they can Say.

Sorry about it.

Tomorrow I'm

 gonna Write

About today

Only I’m going it tonight

by the light of

(my phone)

the moon

 

Can you smell the Sweat

Can you smell the Smoke

Can you smell the unicorn

Can you smell the Coke?

 

Come on you F*****g idiot

(Can you smell the Unicorn)

England is full of s***s

(Apparently)

And the reff is biased

(We know for sure)

Pass it to Eddie

(Come on you f*****g idiot)

I see the Unicorn

 

Standing Still

All Day

(Bring for

my tea

Not what I got)

My Tummy Feels all bitter

(You f*****g idiot)

 

My Feet Hurts

And I can smell the unicorn

Cutting off tags

I could kill you

(With my knives)

(But I won't

So long as you keep making

Cake)

 

I Sliced my hand today

(and England is full of s***s)

But I didn't mean to

You f*****g idiot

I can Smell the Unicorn

 

It's Pretty Late

And I luv your Bum

as Always

(I can't see the unicorn)

 

Mamma Mia

Jesus is a really swell guy

he just fell on the cross

 it was all just a big accident....

 

can you smell the sweat

can you smell the smoke

CAN YOU SMELL THE UNICORN?

can you smell the coke?

(You f*****g idiot)

 

 

 

Author's Note

Sorry about this, written after a long day and a footballmatch and sorry about the bit about england. It's really just an account of my day, (which won't make any sense to you, but does to me, looking back.)

Reviews

[Cassidy Mask]

That was a really random poem and you know, im not sure i really disagree about the England bit so no worries :D :P