Good For Something

For my friend from another bellend and sister from another septic blister, Sharon Lawson.

Listen to Good For Something by Richard Charles Stevens

Listen to Something Good by Utah Saints

Knew that something good was gonna happen
Should you go by the name of Sharon Lawson then prepare for your bowel to promptly slacken
Not that I am planning to release unruly Kraken
So much shit to say so what say we kick off with a fraction
And you may well shit your knickers on receipt of this transaction

Maybe grab that TENA Lady
This could be a gusher
Father Time got old and cold war raged in Mother Russia
Suddenly a mouse appeared
This rodent like no other
Bagged herself a friend to no end
Not to mention snagged herself a brother
Not much I can say that doesn’t translate to I love ya
So much that I break out in a stutter

Make me piss my pants
No guarantee that I’ll recover
Not afraid of sewage since you moved me to the gutter
Let me make this plain, you are a shameless insane nutter
No shame in your game as you’re the bread that led the butter
If you were a race horse I could not resist a flutter
And should that seem too stalky
You can always close the shutter

You’ll do nothing of the sort of course
With not a thought lent to remorse
Brave of heart with language coarse
Slave to each fantastic thought
Play the game with magnum force
Never one time mapping course

Cracking knuckles
Stacking heckles
Place your bets
I’m backing Freckles

There’s a runaway train on the way through your brain
Writhing and thriving like snakes on a plane
Sky diving
Rising to prize each horizon
With all the mischief
You can feast your keen eyes on
To understand and to express
One winning smile with lips undressed

Cracking knuckles
Stacking heckles
Place your bets
I’m backing Freckles

You make the whole world better just by smiling through each pain
If I never had of met cha, would’ve never been the same
You’re an inspiration in a myriad of ways
Constant motivation and a cavalcade of praise
Life would lack a stack without your heckles
Just know I’ve got your back
And that’s that Freckles

Knew that something good was gonna happen
Plymouth Fury Red the chosen colour of your wagon
One winner zero losers and I say this shit with passion
Glory hallelujah to ya
Thanks for all the Valium

Cracking knuckles
Stacking heckles
Place your bets
I’m backing Freckles

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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4 Comments

  1. Suddenly all my chest tightness has melted away. This had me lost for words yet saying so much. Thank you from the bottom of my heart dearest friend. Mind fluttering!

    1. You could not possibly be even a slither more welcome, Mouse. One of us fades to black, the other shines the searchlight – that’s the shit right there. Soar Sharon, to the highest heights and higher still. I believe in you and in a friendship truly cast in titanium. My home is forever yours too twinblood.

  2. This is both really humbling and funny as a drowning duck. I love the “Wanna kiss myself” nod to anthem and a rave fave, Dominator, at the end. Duly downloaded and TENA at the ready. Gore Tex alone won’t protect against this.
    ‘Thank you’ doesn’t cut it but my reaction here in a taxi has been caught on Go Pro 🥳🥳🥳
    Sincerely and humbly… Thank you so much 👑💎❤

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