I am Bobo I write shit poetry by Bobo I'm Bobo Bobo yeah!
My name's Steve
In the soft meat counter of Tescos
When i go shopping we all start bopping because I smell
last night I did drugs specifically
Got stoned horrifically
last night I was tired
I took forty winks... problem solved!
I wish I could find some tits.
Last night I touched myself
Last night was me
YOU FUCKING SUCK.