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Post by johnny nobody on Apr 15, 2013 16:57:03 GMT
yesterday and today and again tomorrow
regrets build up from day to day
to the last moment of my waning life
and all my yesterdays have guided me
towards my longed for death, so up yours, brief candle
life's just a passing sideshow, poor interval
to fill in the time between TV shows and football -
so pass another beer - life's just a ragged tail
wagged by an idiot, it's fags and sex and booze -
and then there's sweet f.a. left
know you whichever tempestuous idiot declar'd
O wonder how many goodly creatures are there here
how beautious whining mankind be
O brave new bleeding pointless world
that has such people in't or some such futility
needeth yet her brains examining forsooth
and has ne'er seen Wolverhampton ill-lit by moonlight
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Post by Fraser Allonby Q.C. on Apr 19, 2013 16:04:44 GMT
I have been to most of the West Midlands on business in my career as a QC. It is hard to understand what most of the natives are talking about. But who cares? It's my job to ensure as many as possible are sent to prison.
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Post by Daphne on Apr 24, 2013 18:26:51 GMT
A definite gem here. Walsall is even worse.
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Post by bigpaws0051 on May 4, 2013 6:00:49 GMT
Well written Johnny
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Post by justfred on May 14, 2013 15:23:42 GMT
I found this a very interesting poem as Mr Wilson who is three beds along in my ward comes from Willenhall which he assures me is quite near Wolverhampton. He tells me Willenhall is Hell on earth and he would rather live here in the Old Folks Home than there. It must be bad, that's all I can say.
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