Docket Time

 

Docket Time

There is always something more on the cards

You think you have a full house and your enemy

Does something unexpected from his bad script

Written by amateurs and paid for by lunatics

Doing all they can to harm you and your interests

No more book files they deleted them due to that

The action I dared do against them the other day

For I carry my fucking balls in my bag ready to go

Oppose them in all ways possible fit to lose

Just takes one chance to win be weak to be strong

Over the edge and loop back all’s fare in business

Or was my moan too big making my cards copy type?

Rip off rain runny ink degrades after three goes

I only need one attempt to lower your company

No longer top three number four busts you up

Not printed cash that’s so 20^th Century!

Now its stocks shares interests and bonds

Ledger money written in real ink or electronic

All that wanga belongs to the big elites and NWO

Certain families run the world so we are all fine

Living in shit running up bills rent deposits finance

Nothing to help the working person except maudlin

Sombre poems by the gal before she kaputted

She’s my sis by a different mum you wankers!

Revenge will be mine so discreet creeping in

Like the new dawn you think its night when it’s night

Over to you come and see my sing live

I’ve no security my show is for you alone

What will you do when the end grabs you?

I dare you to be serene or actually react…