POEM for Siavash and Marcus

[reallynow]

All that glitters isn't gold
Just because she is plied with drink
Do not think her soul is sold
She may rise up like a pheonex in the nights sky
But that doesnt me that you are her guy

(Marcus)
She's tipsy she's fun oh this is where I have won
Quick quick Noirin come sit on my lap
Be my little Miss Muffet and sit on my tuffet
I have got a can of beer
Its yours if I can feel your rear
As my cock rises my dear

Oh dear Oh dear
Its morning and you now fear
The glitter is gone and you really havent won
She sober and as sharp as a whistle
No longer vunerble or manipulatable
In fact she cold and sensible

(Siavash)
Oh no what have I done
For a kiss and a cuddle
I have got myself right in a muddle
All I wanted was for to be my number one
Meet my friends and my mum????

Boys go play with your toys and
Stop playing to the camera's
Stop playing to the crowd
That story has already been done
Only the girl will be blamed
In court or off court
Even though it is ALL your faults

So all that glitters certainly isnt gold
Lay off Noirin now you have been told.