Ant Smith


Just Like You

Just like a cardiac arrest

You cause me heart to skip a beat (aaah)

Just like a piece of rotting flesh

I feel you stuck between my teeth

Just like a necrotising bug

You crawl about beneath my skin

Just like a fleck of faecal shit

You stick upon the porcelain

I piss you off, when I take aim

And if I could, I’d pull your chain

And flush you

Flush you, flush you, flush you

Flush you down the drain.

Just like the memory of a miscarriage

Your birthday, well it just, stinks of piss

Just like a morning wank at work

You’re just a pleasure, in reverse

Just like a pustule on a cock

You’re a visit to the clinic

Just like a worn out old age whore

You make me nothing, nothing more

Than a fucking cynic

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