Sunday, 20 October 2013

Contentment. What contentment?


 I feed you every morning and ask so little
 But you belittle all the work that I do
When you take that walk without permission
 I'm not defensive, I'm just saying this cause I love you
 You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool
 Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest Hill
 Contentment? What contentment? I am bald and impotent
 Is that what it's about? 
Oh honey, honey, shut your mouth

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