I don’t shit, I still do poopoos
I want to be skinny; 28, not 32
But still eat nan’s food
Bangers and mash
Think I’m flash
Donning loafer’d docs.
Martins party, I’m the smartie:
Impressing by expressing philosophies when really it’s just sophistry
Cos I say, “swig, let’s” like piglets, 3 for 2 booze.
213, the night ends,
High street bends
The bus sifts through,
The mind drifts, true:
Oh fuck me, I love Winnie the Pooh