i'm fed up with life and the unnecessary piles of shit that are constantly flung at me.
i was walking down the street just the other day
and i saw a man laying on the ground in dismay
i approached him but before i got to him he held his hand up
he muttered something but i couldn't hear him, in his hand was a cup
in this cup was two singular pound coins, maybe he's homeless
i asked if he was and he replied, "no, i prefer the term boneless."
"why?" i replied. he stayed silent and placed the cup back on the ground
his hand too, i was confused. he simply said "would you like two pounds?"