Anthracite

I don’t want any trouble you know, I just want to listen to Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy.

Maybe a sandwich, with a bit of ham and lettuce. And some telly with a cold beer on the doily next to my chair.

Yeah, some wheel of fortune or some of them latest music videos. Even them garden shows, I like what they have to say.

But who cares about what I want eh? Its all a conspiracy just to get at me I’m sure of it, some evil ploy.

I have things to do you know? Life to live, grass to mow, sort out the shed and go through mums stuff – might even wash my hair.

There’s always something invading my stuff. Now I have to find dads old machete and the new axe I go just to deal to the Zombie in my driveway.

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