‘For Fear Of Yolk Descending To Inhabit My Features'

This is one useless track
On a desperate excuse for an album packed
With half-arsed crap
And just as poor
As the thirty-four
Before it, in fact
Made by a talentless twat
Who couldn't write a tune to save her life; with a voice like a sack
Of rabid cats
And a lyrical talent
Conspicuous by its absence
At that.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2009