Ant Smith

All poems

You cant do anything about it

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You can't do anything about it 'cause I'm mad
You can't do anything about it 'cause I'm mad
Come on and have a try and I'll stab you in the eye
You can't do anything about it 'cause I'm mad


I'll organise your records a to z
Except the ones that go round in my head
I'll record your fav'rite films, most of the way through
'n complain whenever we're not watching friends

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I will track your whereabouts the whole day through
I will know the dates and times you go the loo
If you drop a bomb, or pebble dash or spew
I will know about it before you

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When I'm in the street I'll take a piss
And wave at drivers with my angry dick
And when the fucking pigs, tell me that I'm remiss
I will tell them they can suck on this.

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I will use my special man juice on your chips
My vinegar strokes will make a healthy dip
If it doesn't stick in your throat, it shouldn't stick in your arse
And you would hate it if we were apart

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