Alex is a builder.
Yep.
Push a broom,
lay a brick,
piss up a fence.
lovely.
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- She cut her finger
- One finger is never enough
- Postboy
- Poem for Saturday
- The pearly white awkwardness
- Fuckin pigs.
- Suddenly
- MEANWHILE
- An observation
- FIREBALL
- wankers
- Doggy style
- Rush hour
- The hours
- The blonde
- Romance aint dead
- If you could have anyone
- Back of the van 2
- The back
- skool
- Now you know
- Poems
- Tube journey
- 7.39 AM to faversham
- Non sex action xxx
- All of my poems rolled into one!
- Taters
- You is the badness
- Early morning people
- David
- I got the runaround
- Hungry
- One of the greats that i let slip
- The Woods
- Elbows
- Heart of Darkness
- The Flying Medallions.The End of.
- Medallion night at Glasto
- Story of a labourer
- "I hate you " lyrics
- PHOTOS OF THE TIRED lyrics
- "Not mine" lyrics
- "Guts" lyrics
- Different lyrics
- Milky jellies
- We are the England
- Hot day you know it
- The trail
- Pig dogs on public transport.
- Miss Percival
- Pon the scaffold the wind cuts through
- My brand new poem.
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