Monday, December 8, 2008

The Roker's Song



SMOKE WEED EVERY DAY...

This guy, this is the guy. His chest tats are ok but his back tat is a piece of poetry which I really think we can all take something from...

The Roker's Song 

A Roker Boy came here one night and found his house without a light He struck a match to go to bed when a sudden thought came into his head

He went into his daughter’s room and found her hanging from a beam He took his knife and cut her down and on her breast these words he found

My love was for a Roker Boy who smoked his dagga (pot) just for joy

So dig my grave and dig it deep and plant some dagga at my feet And on my breast a turtle dove to show the world I died for love

Now all young Sheilas bear in mind a Roker’s love is hard to find If you find one good and true never change it for a new.

From Designer High.

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