Mispelt Youf – a tragedy in three couplets

I’ve been a rooten coont. Me mum’s litter’s roont.

It’s the black-eyed fights. Which given me the shyts.

Shouldn’t ‘ave dun it. Nah, I shouldn’t ‘ave dun it.

Can’t remember wot I did. A copper told me wot I did.

 

I abuse me feelin’s blissful. I’m sinkin’ down a pissful.

I once had me a foock. I rimmed the tank with foock.

AC/DC’s me hones’ sound. I’m rollin’ on the ground.

The air is thik with me bad breath. Must be the meth.

 

I used to like to chew. When I had a tooth or two.

An’ I used to like to smile. It’s been a worryin’ while.

Don’t care, I’m crazy. You think I talk like I’m lazy.

Me mum calls me Gnat. It sits next to me rosy tatt.

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