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Paul Martin

Abstract Drama Tragedy

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Paul Martin

Abstract Drama Tragedy

Fucked off Stuff!

Fucked off Stuff!

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She Belches like She means it. 

Keeping Beats, like a Drum. 

And when She let's one Rip.

There's a Slow Rhythmic Hum!


I can be as creative as a Native

But they'd probably call it plagiarism

It's like we are living in a Prism

All is not what we see!


This Place has no Nut Sack, 

But it's still a load of Balls!

Some People might take a heart attack

If they realised how small!


No, you don't need

God Damn Planning Permission!

For Jaysus Sake,

The Writing is on the Wall!


If you don't understand, maybe give someone a call?

They can paint the picture,

And you can put it on your Wall!


Yeah, I really need to stretch this, oh sorry, stress it. 

Some People might have a heart attack,

If they realised how small!


It's...

It's Balls

It's really Big fuck off Balls

Right there in front of you

Can you see how fucking small?







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