FIGHT THE LAW, FIGHT THE LAW.
Thing is if my mum got raped I would call the law
So I painted DON’T FUCK THE FUZZ after it
Some old girl with her afghan hound comes along
She scoffs and rasps and coughs
Then I felt confused because really the law are alright
Because of when some cunt nicked my car.
So I just left DON’T FUCK THE FUZZ
I scratch my head and then so does Bobby
Dirty fingers smell of dirty knickers
Us ragged faced philanthropists
Dragging a brush on the floor
Pincer our fags between cracked lips
Bobby drew a big cock and I carried on squinting and thinking
Dripping, smoking, straining and crouching
We fought the law and it was a draw.
Everyone just went home,
Johnny, Bobby, Vince and me,
We aren’t bank robbers or anything
We just wrote on the floor
DON’T FUCK THE FUZZ
BECAUSE THE FUZZ AREN’T CUNTS.
U ARE A CUNT THOUGH
IF YOU NICKED MY CAR.
Andrew Venner 2006.
Andrew Venner is a full time artist and writer. He is currently working on a collection of short peices about builders called 'Slindon Social'. He lives in worthing.