Day 223 – Good End Year – Whispered Words

Something said,

in times like this,

to be told now,

by all the boys and girls,

it’s Christmas time,

it’s the end of the year,

we see the day out,

we greet in the new year,

but I’ll be fucked if I’m going to sit here and beg,

for something useful,

to drop on your head,

I’ll bring down the axe,

I’ll use a hammer if I must,

but next year fuck face,

I’m burying your body out in the back yard next to that fucking cunt of a dog that barks at all hours of the night for no reason other than it feels like it,

yeah,

so,

merry fucking Christmas,

and a happy new year,

say it now fuck face,

because,

that’s as close as you’re going to get before I smash out all your teeth with this baseball bat.