lucygraywoolff

April 15, 2011

‘A wee Bit Cramped’ @ Lazy Lohan’s in Edinburgh

Filed under: SHANES SEMEN, treading a fine line — lucygraywoolff @ 7:24 pm

A wee bit cramped

@ Lazy Lohan’s

And so says

The 4 feet 4 inch

Dublin tramp

On google.

he who lays

Rack and ruin.

Makes a change!

He’s usually found

Around

This time

Writing of sensitive data.

Which he’d previous taped

After mind raped!

Pro rata.

At a pinch,

At a cinch.

This wee menstrual cramp,

Who likes to stamp

His little Napoleon mark

Fae

M**rh**se Mengele

Gassed Practice,

Where

There

Is ne’er

A practice manager.

Only part time staff.

Medical receptionists

Double up as a nurse.

Nurses double

As troubled

Internet 9 month trained

Counsellors.

Whae

Fae?

Hey

Its now [1992] defunct

Sunk

This…www.personadevelopment.com.

He claims he’s a tutor

Like at Edinburgh uni

Aye right

My ass.

The lying shite.

Desperate to be recognised.

The undersized

Mal nourished

Badly nurtured

Sink estate Dubliner.

He, who owns

To more psychological scarring

Barring

None!

Diowns

The fact.

The wee stank

Does wank

Off at every pair of tits

That wobble in.

The walking wee sin

Spends all morning at Gregg’s,

For his meat-filled sub.

Nae wonder he cannae

See his wully.

Fat rounded

F**k.

Pity his psyche was not so grounded.

Just his luck

He’s cross patch ‘Rumpelstiltskin’ the dwarf.

Tells the women

Not to wear heels,

Cos they then steals

A march on him.

Dwarfs him!

Get it!

He leaves them [interminable] waiting,

Anxious, nervous,

Fretting,

Begetting

Kittens.

The little fuck

Who’s not worth a fuck.

Gets his kicks

Seeing

Them squirming.

Being

Present and hiding

Biding in his cubby hole

The one who drags his arsehole

One foot off the ground.

Emotions sure

Begorrah and bejabers

Run high

When one is worried.

Which usual means when HE

Gets his sweaty mitts

On them they’re ready to tell the truth.

The stoopid oirish tit!

Where is he?

Crushed [nondescript] clothes

And brothel creepers

Boys size seven.

(Saves him a fortune

The balloon).

Psst (he actually does think

This minscule walking stink

The ladies are fascinated by his throat

The randy little goat

Thinks they are turned on by he

He stands on a high chair

In his Gorgie tenemment practising Freud)

So he covers it with a highnecked teeshirt,

In case they jump his bones.

The bodies (he’s disposed of) groans

From the graves.

They are demolishing this crummy place

Pity they miss out this germ ridden ‘surgery’

Where one is lucky to emerge alive.

Where one’s as black as the earl of hell’s waistcoat’

The whole lot

Should be run aground, rounded up and shot.

And yet one notices they

Themselves would not go there

To be treated.

Rather slit their wrists

(How many attempts for you shaney bhoy?)

Oh, deep joy

You missed the artery.

There’s no COUNSELLING LIT!

No CORE!

Eh, shane!

Can YOU ever tell the truth?

Do you KNOW what truth is?

‘Small’ wonder the oirish

Gets such a tinker name.

Fie for shame

On you.

You

Walking sad sack.

Sure

Are blue

Aren’t you?

And the quacks are just walking tits.

‘Doc ‘ been and gone and dunn

it,

Cut of a wummin’s leg!

The WRONG one

Folks.

He can’t even give *blood tests

As

And when required

The ass.

He’s so mired

In candy pink ties

And pharmaceutical freebies

New cars!

+++++weeks trades holidays

At his time share.

But @  his lair

At mmg

You see

Ignorance is bliss.

He’s hit and miss.

(*the lady required 5 pints of blood immediately)

As to buddy budd.

He’s fascinated with women’s fudd

‘but its only my ingrown toenail’!

And as to quack shitdozy,

He’s laid back and cozy.

Sat on his black ass

Smoking [purely medicinal] grass

To get thru the ‘long’ day.

He cannae

Cope

Wi the dope

Heads.

Tightening the noose on his rope!

The Heroin freaks.

The alcoholic

Sickos.

The ones wi the dose

Of the clap.

His trap

Is firmly closed in case he catches it.

So him and his semblance

Of badly trained geeks,

They escape to self locking doors.

Pace the pock marked floors,

Publicly discussing a case,

(wi windaes

Open)

Drinking coffee

Laced

Wi Oirish whiskey.

As to Tr**s*re

He’s too busy trying to measure

The size of vaginas.

Baldy pate glowing.

Nodding

With a knowing

Nod.

Shitdozy joins he,

Two shiny lamplights, two bods.

(Oh wait a baby died fae

Croup.

I couldnae

Be bothered getting myself or the group

To see to it!

We live in suburbia.

Miles away

Fae

Sink estate scum.

And the walking bum

Where the shebeens and rum

Flows free.

(Looked at yourselves in the mirror of late)

PS: Did you know ‘doctors’ – even ill trained ones, such as the above,

For the love

Of God

Cannot be done,

[Not even ‘dunn’]

With negligence

AND causing premature death

By NEGLECT & MALPRACTICE.

They are covered

Smothered

Kissed

By Death

By the GMC.

They own to no conscience.

Swan off to the Seychelles

Dole out anti-d’s

If you so plez

And send the WOMEN

To a 4 foot 4 inches walking disease

Who rapes in every which way but loose

…Then the lies,

And boy they are whoppers.

Real heart stoppers

Start flowing

Fae the menstrual curse.

Big whoppers

To the SPSO!

To the courts!

To the polis!

Enough to drown the wee man and t’others

Who joined in the lies.

They disguise

Their negligence

(Hire a practice manager in late october 2006)

No pro-forma forms,

NO confidentiality clauses,

No counselling literature,

No CORE…double barrelled clark

He’s too busy

Theyre too illiterate

So sayeth the Dubliner wee tit!

What a lark.

Capturing his individual photographs

To place onto a shared landscape

To impress

To ape

The baps of gutterworth,

Lutterworth.

He’d wank

Their shanks

Them off

Just to gain a little recognition,

Fame

And acclaim.

And of course spanking

The spandex

Rent boys up causewayside.

*This will be my death knell.

Swell

I say.

At least it will come out

At a shout

How warped

This place is

And the dysfunctional semen

Who frequent it

And that is NOT the patients

Of this gawd-damn awful quacks

Who knew he was lying

Eh shitdozy and been and gone and dunn it)

So they are shying

From the truth.

He left me with HIS childhood trauma

His psychological shite

His burning issues

And tissues

Of lies

The wee mental fright

Who was raped by his da

As his ma

Looked on

I saw it all.

His mental maul

I wish he was dead

I curse the day the gorgie dalry (ite) was born

(june 11 1966

bet he carries the three 6’s under his ronin keating hair too)

and I know his address too)

Yes folks the polis and / or bent, warped lawyers gave a sex offender a

Victim’s address.

God bless

You guess

Right

The wee fright

Followed me you see

Looking for ‘no more broken willies’

The sillies

I’ll spank it out of them.

As to vagismus

I’ll sort it out.

He’s a pornographer without a computer

The flesh and blood in front of he

You see

he gets his sick

Kicks.

bet he carries the three 6’s too.

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I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW

Filed under: SHANES SEMEN — lucygraywoolff @ 4:09 pm

I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW

A RAPIST DOES HAPPEN TO KNOW

MY CURRENT ADDRESS.

WELL I’LL BE BLESSED

WHO COULD HAVE TOLD HIM

THE WALKING SIN?

THE POLICE?

HIS BENT BTOS?

WHO GOES

BY THE NAME OF LAWYERS!

THEY CAN SWING FOR THEIR BLOOD

MONEY

NOTHING BUT CRUD

IF ER BOSS GFACE GOT ANY REDDER

I WAS AFRAID HE’S BUST AN ARTERY

WELL WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE

I’D RATHER SWALLOW SHANE’S SEMEN

FUNNY

FROM SUCH A SMALL GUY

4 FEET FOUR

AND NOT AN INCH MORE.

SUCH A LOT OF COME

EXPLODED.

MY HOW HIS FAT BIM

WOBBLED WHEN HE GOT EXCITED GALS.

“THERAPY???????”

Filed under: treading a fine line — Tags: — lucygraywoolff @ 11:05 am

HE’S SQUATTING
TEETH ROTTING
IN [RAISED] CHAIR.
RONAN KEATING HAIR
ELBOWS AKIMBO
– BUT HEY LOOK, LO
AND BEHOLD,
STUBBY HANDS
UNDER THERE,
THE QUACKS’ DESK
OUT OF SIGHT.
HE LOOKS A FRIGHT
TWISTS
OF WRISTS
MOVING FRANTIC.
A FLICK
A LICK
SPITTLE
OF HIS RUBBER LIPS.
TONGUE TRIPS
O’ER YELLOWED TEETH.
HIS TUBBY
SUB-FILLED PAUNCH
STRAINS
AGIN HIS GUT.
(GREGG’S IS HIS FAVE SHOP)
BUT
PROTRUDING –
INTRUDING
REIGNS
A ROLL OF LARD.
OFF WHITE
TEE SHIRT
WITH-HOLDING
THE INEVITABLE SPILLING OUT.
RESEMBLES A WEE SATED TROUT
PROTRUDING EYES GAZE UNSEEN.
MEAN AND INDISCRIMINATE GREY,
INTENT ON WHERE ‘HE’S’ NEVER
EVEN BEEN.
A WOMAN’S BODY
IS A MYSTERY TO HE,
YOU SEE.
THE ONLY ONE’S HE VIEWED
WAS AS A NURSE IN
RUDOLF STEINER
PERTH
WHERE HE CAUGHT
THE THIRD CLASS
BERTH
AND DUBLIN FERRY
TO MAKE MERRY
WITH THE FEMALE [DRIED UP] GERIATRICS.
OLD
PRUNES
HE’S ONLY SEEN NAKED RUINS
NOT LUSCIOUS PLUMP, JUICES FLOWING
HE’S UNKNOWING.
HIS IMAGINATION IS UP TO ALL SORTS OF TRICKS
THE UNDERSIZED MICK
CAN’T WAIT TO ESCAPE
TO THE PRIVATE QUACKS LOO
TO RELIEVE HIS MISERY
BOO
HOO.

*”SO TELL ME, A GUTTERAL WHISPER ESCAPES, LASCIVIOUS STRAINED, “ABOUT YOUR FATHER….”
SLEAZES WEE SEAIN
THE NO BRAIN.
*(MOST MIND DEPRAVED AND SEXUAL RAVED PERVS @ BAPS DEAL WITH THE OTHER
MOTHER.

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