I think I may be homeless soon,
It seems I'm on my way,
I've heard that ugly poet guy
Discussing it today.
He seems to think I'm useless,
A total waste of space,
He says these things behind my back,
And never to my face.
Well, I have got a shock for him,
I see things, and I'm sure,
It wasn't mouth to mouth he gave,
That bimbo from next door!!
Then there are the crops he grows,
From very special seed,
The law just might be interested
In all this bloody weed!
We'll see who's homeless!!
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Owain Glyn
