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When you think about our lives - Screaming kids and nagging wives: 'Can't smoke here - no! not there - Your bloody fags, they drive me spare! A second bottle? drunken slob, Off your arse and get a job! You never take me for a spin - A little cruise from all the din! ' 'You're the bleedin' noise' I scream Inside my head. I only dream Of shouting out for fear of what you'd do - If I could only ball 'F*ck you! ' No, the only way that I can manage Bearing up against your visage, is Watching films with hero Arnie - While drowning in a greasy sarnie. 'Oh to be! ' I wish in sighs: Arms like his would suit me well - I'd bust the walls; escape this hell In which I only just exist; Getting through by staying pissed. Agh! the bloody screams again! And so I crack. Hang on Arnie, I'll be back… Now where's the friggin' telly? Go on Arnie, give it welly! Thunder on; it's a-okay - See how quiet she is today? Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009 Life life life life life life bloody life Life life life life life life bloody life Life life life life life life bloody life Life life life life life life bloody life Life life life life life life bloody life Life life life life life life bloody life Life life life life life life bloody life Life life life life life life bloody life Life life life life life life bloody life