Dear Diary the Shopping Line Bread Milk and the Needle
Have to get some bread and milk,
always needing more,
Then to seek my dealer
needle him to give a score.
Kids are always wailing,
never any peace.
Like a wailing wall
they never seem to cease!
Damp is smelling so much worse,
should withdraw the rent..
But where else could i go,
since that bastard went.
Can never pay a bill
the Post is full of dread.
They"re going to slice me off!
I never have the bread.
All we wear is cotton
what the hell is silk!
There is only so much Benefits
that i can really milk..
I have to meet my Dealer,
see what i can wheedle.
I need so ****ing much...
Bread milk and a needle.
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