Screwed

by sun spots   Mar 28, 2012


Two a.m. and i cannot sleep,
i keep thinking of that creep.
He is a lawyer they are all the same,
to screw you over that's their game.
Well that bastard won't screw me,
its been a year and i'm still here.
He thought i would give up my job,
and walk away with just ten bob.
Ten times ten thousand euros mate,
your the one who wants me through the gate.
Pay the price i am entitled to,
otherwise screw you too.

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  • 12 years ago

    by sun spots

    I am a winner.The judge has made the descision that i am right.I am in the money.It will be paid into my account in July. YES.XXX

    Thats our money sweetheart, not just mine.

  • 12 years ago

    by sun spots

    How have you got on???