Juvenile Children with Bugger all else to do

 

Juvenile children with bugger all else to do

Go from day to day

Doing whatever the fuck they want in whatever fucking way!



They sit in parks

Like land-loving sharks,

Dependent on cheap cider

Not fish.

Their only objective

And enduring wish

Is to shag al fresco

And get pished!
Pregnancy is like a tattoo;

I’ve been there and dunnit

Unlike you,

You strange educated responsible

Civil human being you.

 

They break into cars

To steal stuffed animals

And chocolate bars.

But never wallets or cash!

 

(their mum always told them

never to make money off strangers)

 

(just the CD player!)


The police don’t really care,

Their parents are ‘unaware’,

The vicar is still trying to put out the fire

On his lectern!

 

So what shall we do

About these young adults

With nothing to lose?

Put them in a box and send them to Siberia

 

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