Ant Smith

All poems

Mine's a fucking pint

There's all kinds of things we're not supposed to talk about
So I sit and listen to the drivel that you spout
If your eyes offend thee then pluck the fuckers out
We're all masters of disguise when we're on the fucking town

Beer
Beer
We want more beer
All the lads are cheering
Get the fucking beer in
Beer
Beer
We want more beer

Who scored that fucking goal, or what's on the fucking box
Who's fucking who, you say a slot's a fucking slot's a fucking slot
Who gives a fucking damn how many fingers you shoved up
Bragging all about the meat you think that you have got
You're just a bit embarrassed by that bit of penis rot
You're so full of testosterone you're drooling from your nob

Beer
Beer
We want more beer
All the lads are cheering
Get the fucking beer in
Beer
Beer
We want more beer

So fuck it if daddy died in your arms last fucking night
So fuck if mommy's eyes have burst at such a fucking sight
So fuck if all the family wanna have a fucking fight
So fuck it jack I'll tell you that I am doing fucking fine

So fuck it if the fucking wife has lost her fucking mind
So fuck if I was dealing with another cancer fright
So fuck if all the joy is bleeding from this fucking life
So fuck it jack I'll tell you that I am doing fucking fine

Beer
Beer
We want more beer
All the lads are cheering
Get the fucking beer in
Beer
Beer
We want more beer

So fuck it jack I'll tell you that mine's a fucking pint