by Kathy Powers
Bugger me you buggerers
When I’m not around.
Tell me all your nasty things
When I can’t be found.
When I’m not around.
Tell me all your nasty things
When I can’t be found.
Sing me songs of ugliness
When my ears are plugged.
Drink to all my loneliness
When I’m being hugged
When my ears are plugged.
Drink to all my loneliness
When I’m being hugged
If you do these things for me
Then I’ll strike you back;
I’ll ignore your pleas for happiness
When your hour’s most black.
Then I’ll strike you back;
I’ll ignore your pleas for happiness
When your hour’s most black.
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