Fickle - Cabbage

I’m the ficklest fucker in town

No fucker is more fickle around

When I’m low, I’m beneath the ground

Failing that, fuck all keeps the cabbage down

I’m a fervent finger-tapper to sound

If life was a barrel I’d drown

Take perspective of what’s around

And be a sucker for all eyes brown

I’m a human losing nonchalant snoozing, unable to finish owt bore

I’m a filthy lying death defying alcy in a church and more

No cabbage isn’t cooked in a couplet

Nor nurtured in a hamlet

Love and sex at the click of my fingers?

Clearly I did not understand it, plant

Adhere, withstand it

Coz the wind may change as you planned it

Believe the cabbage catastrophe

It bangs and it prangs through austerity

You wanna fight your own disease

Coz your mothers spread is on it’s knees

No worries chum you can feed my gums coz the rat race fumes are ours to breathe

Send us back to their motherland of le Chou

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Well, I’m the ficklest fucker in town