Comprised during my "early years" of drinking, along with and inclusive of 2 years after my Mom died.
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
16. Beans
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
All I fuckin' see is
Fuckin' beans in
The Fucking cupboard.
I swear it's like being
Mother fuckin' Hubbard.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Can I not have
Fuckin' Spaghetti
On my fuckin' toast?
It's better than
A Sunday roast.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Bare Storage
Apart from
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
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