The Junk Yard

I don’t really get to go places very often ,
I don’t particularly always have a lot to say ,
Its usually a mix of life’s wonderful little things ,  that tend to make my day
The simple things like the birds and the bee’s ,
A long walk on the beach , or maybe a pleasant afternoon hugging random trees , 

A couple of quid in my pocket , I mite pop out on a Saturday afternoon for a cool crisp beer ,
Watch Fernando Torres do his business , perform a trick or two ill stand tall in my colours and cheer ,

I don’t really cook very often , I hardly ever clean ,
My bedrooms converted into one big junk yard , it causes my erratic mother to Run around with her little yellow duster and her can of Mr. Sheen ,
No crook or cranny forgotten about , no stone un-turned
I’m 21 years old I feel like I still haven’t learnt!

So…….. make your judgment , I let my mother lose in my room
It could be because I’m just plain lazy
The little lepprecorn sits on my shoulder shouts ,”Aaarrrghhh Timathey your fucking crazy” ! !

Anyways whatever the circumstances , i know its not right ,
So next time my room looks like the junk yard , il give the shit tip a good clean ,
A good scrub with Mr. Muscle , and not the gentle wipe with Mr. Sheen.