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Concrete (Concrete) by beakism

The builder lays his tools on the ground And calls for his mates, a booming sound His mates pour cement into the mixer A woman comes along and the builder kicks her Because women don't belong on a building site They should stay at home and keep out of sight The builder and his mates pour gravel in the cement They push a mate in because they found out he was bent The mixer turns round at a steady rate While waiting for it to finish, the builder leans on a gate Finally the mixer's finished and the job is complete The builder has a load of freshly made concrete.

Agemo-Z 11-Aug-02/2:32 AM
Heh, "mates".
"necroscope" is a nut. His profile says that he's in the ARMY. Can you really trust the opinion of someone who would willingly conscribe themselves to take the lives of other people? I don't think so. Personally I thought the poem had a totally funkadelic "flow" that made me bust my pants and dance all over the place. Totally whack.




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