A biographical poem

Life is like a bottle of buckfast Sticky sweet but in the end its harsh Take too much gets you ed fast LIfes not for the faint of heart heres my bars I was born in the G town 2 teams that’s the showdown And its pick one or get mown down Cause life on the streets don’t slow down We were out there twocking cars Striking out that’s an iron bar Blades out that a mars bar Blackshirts come its gone too far I find myself on a train speeding Thoughts swirling in my brain head squeeling Then I see a wee Jock Guard Sgt screaming And I question? What have I signed up for 12 weeks later heres a hat and a badge Set up for army life civie mates think im radge Did I trade my place for a cap badge? Am I no better than a blackleg? Army lifes all hurry up and wait Young men turn old hair from black to slate Too much politics too many yes men Army life like Westminster number 10 Then 7 clicks and the threats start No jobs civvie streets well hard Or youll work in maccies When did working class become the clown man? Got out found my feet and my passion Rhythmic dance from the Caribbean Bachata helped me out real talk Helped me moderate the black dog