and she took so much 'green' public money i wouldn't bother even mentioning her surname
So what did they do..... (as suzi now my slave agrees in fact said first lasteraft)
to even the books? And only great purebred writer this century, Cusk bein' a mongtoo
Now back to the scene of the crime fiveish years ago....
a journey of only sorrow... obviously
All our life lived at Aberdovey
(til the showoff spivs overran it with their seasquirt stupid squirty seabikes)
" hmm...ok survived so far..... so dull round here ... go and chat up a bookshop babe perraps...."
And only so as to have a minor interaction, over a 50p transaction
thoughtbub "ferk why did i buy that ...the things one will do so as to attempt a bit of human action... first things first tear off this vile bimbo cover just in case anyone sees and remebers..."
next thoughtbub on the beach three hours later of unputdownable screatch
at almost every page
" i bet no one even gets,
go ALL the3 way girl!
she's attackin' her own dad by proxy....
twice if ive counted ciorrectly
being so so rude about his Guardian... "
and i was right no critic even mentions
what a gal, go all the way....with the best of intentions
pure supreme satirical genius bordering on insanity
of course her publisher never really got behind
nor the 'critics' too busy trying not to offend their kind
who would never understand, if its all broke you can't fix it by a light hand
slap round the chops,
no up their botties all the way with Bella's laugh-out-loud mops
and pails, cures dilettante decadent still stuck in fin-de-ciecle
(rather than Mister showoffs 'pastiche; ascertained by even Cowell and his silly game)
mere inability to go anywhere new on your bicycle
Now....all i know is life aint a competition
but if it goes to obvious next stage, i could just beat Bella in the Family racket
especially when its necessary to drown that little Rat...
his hand stuck in the worst musician in the world's boxers' pocket
rather than at least a man sticks it where it can be seen
trousered, has been....
Anyway The Rat all he ever had to say was tittle tattle
"I know the guy who is employed to be her little finger
on call night and day, even when she's fast asleep....
a little tickle in her funhole, so as to maintain her cocaine levels,
I give him a lift out there nown again in my Cherokee Jeep"
Stevie more actual talent in her little finger than all of their rediculous output put together...
never mind in just one perfect line summing up the whole Lowlander shamaniac/skyfaerie channeller, babe gig...
in fact all of em (cept mountain babe, she alone a true core worker one, yesters to her hub " ehh at the head of Cot Valley PAstyshire there is a plaque...its the ONLY good art in all the Swest..its beautiful.....it shows a woman with a sledge hemmer, doing herbit, too.....
"i think she alone knows not to ask for help, nor should we, as every bit of sweat and puff keeps her alive as long as very fit old you")
I wanna be a star...I don't wanna be a cleanin' lady..."
of course she was wrong as being a paid up member of the no union could protect the cleanon' ladies of PAstyshire i know i was one...
merely treading water up from her polliuted ones...
bags of real human shit, no gloves just get on with it
that too is the therapy no Toty would dare even imagine....
all real change beyond their comprehension
but having now thrashed into line
a spy top Queen of their kind
my god they'll hate it when in fact how to prove none of their wichywords ever worked..
all invented to avoid ever doin' any cleanin' lady work
And mine, DO
soon will be proven to you:
just a number four measly thousand.... not one even the guts to come and take out in person,
your vainglorious aversion,
to, everything, that is just the vaginal coke residue
Stevie would have maybe shared with you
if you had ever had one real 'original thought' to think
never mind await me bein' slurped down the sink
you couldn't even get that right.
My my....soon i shall put up a specific trip advisor:
the therapist, you deserve...
that's if your kids likely even unborn
(due your cowardice
frightened of yet-to-be alchemised, lovely lil' headlice)
dont put you out of your made-in-Toty
misery, where you do belong
