The Enslaved
I just can't help thinking of you
When I'm drunk and about to spew
Whene'er my gorge is rising quick
You know the words to make me sick
And whenever I'm down under
With my mind just filled with wonder
Thoughts of you resurge and fill me
And I wish someone would kill me
For I have a heart that's rotten
Very much like Apsley's bottom
And when I think of you, my dear,
All the lady harlots cheer:
Contributors: | Apsley, Fatty, fester, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 12th January 2001. |