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They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
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When God designed the world
He chose Birmingham as his urinal The brown-watered canals The flooded, lifeless pavements The dented cars, happily kicking up puddle water Onto lonely travellers waiting by bus stops All serve as reminders Of his almighty incontinence As the neverending clouds His black, bloated bladders in the sky Release their dull, grey urine Onto dull, grey buildings We are reminded That this is Birmingham Where God pisses on our heads Last edited by DontRunMeOver; 04-29-2008 at 12:34 PM. |
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