Mean Janine.
The hypocrisy queen.
She uses their son
as her weapon.
A gangsters has-been,
is Queen Janine.
A DNA test,
quick to threaten.
Mean Janine.
The hypocrisy queen.
She uses their son
as her weapon.
A gangsters has-been,
is Queen Janine.
A DNA test,
quick to threaten.
I’m not here to be your servant.
I’m not here to be your mum.
We’re supposed to be a couple.
I need affection
.
I swung from the ceiling,
till it all crashed down.
Bang, crash and sawdust,
Red wine, egg, clown.
My sis came and saved me,
She cooked me some food.
Iv been talking her ear off,
She’s been calming my mood.
The lounge is messy,
no kitchen gleams.
Lazy is ok,
it seems.
No help is offered,
She gets no pay.
Ain’t tidying up.
Not today.
Shy all day.
For a puff she will stay,
but her company doesn’t come cheap…
She’s vain,
and she’s shallow,
an athletic bedfellow.
She’s all yours,
til yv only got sleep…
.
It was nice to catch up with some friends.
Dinner and beers.
A few games of darts.
It was nice when the last one left.
Calm and quiet.
Curling up in bed with my Jem.
It’s nice.
.