1 Million pound notebook
One day, I predict,
This little book, red,
Full of verse and rhyme,
Be worth a bloody fortune.
But who shall benefit,
From it's golden worth ?
More than the thoughts
Contained within,
Of one mad, lonely man.
I pray the money earnt,
Be spent without a care,
Piss it up the wall please...
Show no greater love
For it's creator than this,
To hope for a thought,
That your life, you'll not miss...!!
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