I looked accross.
I transported my soul into his.
It was me minus fifteen.
it was me minus fifteen minus the jumper.
Rudolph had interrupted our meanage a deux.
Our eyes met over a stella, a tequila, a soda.
We were brothers for a second not more.
Come on all you princesses In your wonderful frocks and headdresses. It’s Thursday, you’re thirsty To speak your mother tongue. Fine and dine in Wetherspoons, We may sing a tune or two. They may not have our callaloo fritters. They may not have our ackee salt fish. But company from back home is what’s in […]
Our prophet is profit. And our master is Mastercard 💳. There’ll be no visa without a visa card 💳. The modern day count is still a cunt. The poor have wagers with their wages, While the rich bitch about them on empty beaches. Class is like a glass 🍷 ceiling, It’s difficult to go through. […]