CAKEHOLE

God can it be true I know that face?
The cigs it gave one for later, "Just in case"
The morale in the team, the piss we took
We broke that bastard's back,
but, he laughed and we shook when he said,
"Care not for my life
your petty principals are the all important lot.
Find employment for yourself in messages
but watch your head you'll laugh it off"

In the pub some talked with glee about his end
"All those fags he gave for nowt,
He was round the bend.
And those final words on which he choked,
we will have the last laugh at that joke.
Yes F to good and bad, just give us perfumes
for to block our biased stench.
His words came out of his bleedin' arsehole"
(Cough) "If you'll excuse my French"

A bad day for the news hence his spread
Its got to be bad to report the dead
'Twas his smile that caught me, though he'd put on weight
I think I'll dream of him tonight at heavens gate,
Saying, "I see it as merely inevitable
that I've reached the final stop.
The bus of life ran out of fuel
I lost my head, I laughed it off"

by Robert Lloyd, copyright control