My version of one of the greatest poems ever written, 'Bloody Orkney' by Andrew James Fraser Blair.
No bloody shops or bloody stores,
All bloody chains on bloody doors,
You can't even buy a bloody Coors!
In bloody 2020.
No bloody point in asking why,
There's bloody nothing to bloody buy,
It's enough to make you bloody cry.
In bloody 2020.
Our bloody leaders are bloody bad,
All bloody useless and bloody sad,
It's enough to drive you bloody mad!
In bloody 2020.
No bloody films, no bloody shows,
No bloody highs all bloody lows,
But that's the way it bloody goes.
In bloody 2020.
No bloody work no bloody play,
No bloody church to bloody pray,
And where's my bloody holiday?
In bloody 2020
No bloody guests if you bloody wed
No bloody mourners if you're bloody dead
You're better off in bloody bed!
In bloody 2020.
No bloody school no bloody class,
No bloody paper to wipe your ass,
You can't even sit on the bloody grass!
In bloody 2020.
The bloody tele's bloody lame,
And bloody sport is the bloody same,
You can't even watch a bloody game!
In bloody 2020.
No bloody money or bloody wages,
We bloody queue for bloody ages,
The whole damn thing is bloody outrageous!
In bloody 2020.
The bloody year is bloody done,
No bloody laughs, no bloody fun,
Is there hope to bloody come,
In bloody 2021?