My dad used to say
Back in my distant day,
When we were teenagers
We were being trained to kill
Foreign evil strangers.
Nowadays young boys
With all their electronic toys,
Speak like they have no tounge,
Whilst wearing their trousers
Half way down there bum.
Standing on street corners
Flooding the floor with their spit.
Walking like drunk monkeys,
Down streets half lit.
Back in my day, boys became men
Within the blink of an eye.
Ask a boy nowadays to spend
A night in a freezing field,
They would probably cry-
Call there mummy on their mobile phone,
Pleading please 'bitch' come take me home.
Not Long Left
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