I constantly spill the ashtray all over my bed ,
I sometimes think there could possibly be something wrong with my forever growing head,
but I’m a really nice guy
I’m not very small and I’m neither tall and I’m sometimes shy , I laugh like a normal human being and I even sometimes cry

I arrange a raw piece of art  together so as its  beautifully done , Voice  them out in fluent words
I don’t really bother much with Britain’s stereotypical birds,
whether its chicken fillets or pushing out their chests
10 grand surgery on a perfectly fine snout or letting someone play god and genetically modifying their breast’s

I like my birds natural and clean
I’m not trynna be picky , choosy or mean!
so next time you check out your legs in the mirror or av a good butchers of ur bum
surgery’s not the answer , do a few sit ups tone up your tum,
All this over the top make up stuffs like Halloween,
its obvious you wanna  be seen, what’s going on in that pea sized head of yours,
your boobs aren’t gonna start opening doors an hovering bedroom floors ,
mite put a cheap smile though on a sleazy face
deep down you know who you are and you’re stuck in the wrong place.

© Copyright All Rights Reserved Timothy James Roberts 01/05/09