you got me fukked,
i bet you wish you hadn't
cause you got fukked too
and it's your grandma's funeral today.
i think i've got it tough,
sitting in a library,
hungover & high on dexxys,
but it's really not too bad.
but you
oh, poor you
have to go to the west country,
somewhere, and interact
with your family.
i don't envy you.
at least i can run to the boots across the road
and buy some dioralyte to cheer me up.
you have to travel
the breadth of these dear isle
to spend time mourning.
i don't. but then, you can handle it,
so i reckon you'll be o.k.
find it!
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