Twitter is a trap, chuck it in the bin,
Twitter makes me look at other peoples’ sin.

It never makes me happy , always makes me sad,
Tends to make me covet ,the things I never had.

I’m turning off my computer , Ipad and the phone,
The only problem is , if I do then She will moan,

Its got to be unnatural, to sit and stare all day,
At other people problems, that never seem to go away,

There is another option, its called getting off your back,
And taking little jimmy and his football to the grass.

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I grew up on a council estate bordering the green fields of kent , so it was fishing in streams and glue sniffing skinheads, what a contrast. I,ve taken drugs and had mixed times both very bad and good and have done a huge variety of different jobs which all in all I think make my work interesting. I dont drink or take drugs anymore. Havent for 8 years. Its better but I regret nothing, it all adds to you person.Thanks for reading my work. Its very enjoyable to do and a bit secret !
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