Investigations continue within the month of sad bastards.
There are too many ways to enjoy this fun time.
Take Henry, the Scunting-and-Blister-faced homeless.
His beggings are squandered on the the nightmares of mums.
Remedy remembered. Righteous rats wrangled.
Henry shall never forget our jest.
Watch-follow all over, and find him right......
There now!
"Team 2, get a move on. Move in and move him".
Passer-by queries are cancelled with threat.
"To the bins" sings the Sergeant. His shift nearly over
and over it will be for Hal, soon enough.
Hungry, hungry Hippos would be oh-so-luvverly,
compared to starving rodents that await Scunting-Henry.
Lid closed.
Lock down.
Walk away.
No frown.
Job done.
Happy life.
Beat the kids.
Fuck the wife.
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