There once was a world crowded with germs,
The death toll, paradise for the worms.
In our sickness and health,
we kept telling ourselves,
Fuck this, and in no uncertain terms.
No Uncertain Terms
There once was a world crowded with germs,
The death toll, paradise for the worms.
In our sickness and health,
we kept telling ourselves,
Fuck this, and in no uncertain terms.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Certainly, no uncertain terms…
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no messing about, straight in.
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Too much? Not a very delicate limerick.
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No it shows anger and justifiably so, I think.
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I like the give it to them straight attitude of this; the up yours attitude 🙂
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Thanks, John. Maybe there’s a dirty little limerick book in the making.
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ooo that would be a fun read; irreverence makes interesting copy 🙂
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Done, I shall call it my sick, sick limericks
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