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I unpacked my troubles<br>
from an old safeways bag<br>
underneath Cardboard City lights<br>
these two charactors bought me supper<br>
and they gave me some fags<br>
and I settled down for the night<br>

and I dreamt I was drunk<br>
on a tropical ocean<br>
sailing home to the missus in Kilburn<br>
and there on my bunk<br>
were all her letters of devotion<br>
with some drawings and kisses<br>
from the children<br>

And I dreamt I was an artist<br>
like Toulouse-Lautrec or Manet<br>
drinking like a bastard in Madrid<br>
instead of underneath the arches<br>
with Flanagan and Allen<br>
not a million miles from Chelsea bridge<br>

And then I woke up from my dreams<br>
the neighbours heard the screams<br>
and all the stray dogs<br>
were barking at the smell<br>
those two scumbags had come back<br>
with some matches and some petrol<br>
set fire to my bed and left me burning<br>
IN HELL! <br>

an_all_american_national_sport.txt · Last modified: 2019/07/04 02:19 by parry