“Stress”

« Stress »

This story had started to sob
Told by a lush on the weep
Soon she’d be out of a job
Her mind had gone on the bleep

The Lord had gone to her head
Telling her what to say
‘Pretty soon you’ll be dead
‘On your knees, you lot, and pray!’

The teacher had flipped her lid
The kids, long out of control
Some were Billy the Kid
The others, bad as a whole

How long she’d been on the bottle
Was anybody’s guess
She looked like a beetle from Bootle
A fucking awful mess

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