Today I've had a time of it, Got told my posts were loads of shit, The gash barge is there,.. get back in it, And stop your bastard crayoning. A thread was started to put us straight, Then in jumped Wrecks (a former mate), Followed by cunt to expostulate, The fuckin fault was all mine. Now I am the Forum scrote, The sacrificial fuckin goat, God what was so bad I wrote That makes the Gurus hate me. Bob's awoken from his coma, Now shines brighter than a nova, Think I should turn a new leaf over, Become a political bugger. No more writing silly remark, Discuss religion for a lark, Obedient dog, know when to bark, That's a thought to sleep on. Had a thought,.. it got rejected, Subjugation? not.. affected, Obedience? I'm not infected , with that sort of horror. Be good be bold but also "told" and though I'm ex and rather old, If crayoning will get me scold, I'll try and be much better. So now its back to trawl the barge, find an opening then enlarge, Don't be too rude or old "Sarge" will fuckin come and get ya. Diamond lils a hunting ground, lots of victims can be found, you can sling shit there by the fuckin pound, Safety there for rummers. No more bollockings from bob, No more spiel from Montys gob, Well cunt can fuck off he's a knob, Serenity for Rumrat.