Oooh you're a naughty mess

the hound's absence still constitutes a gaping hole/ this bug i caught some one week ago remains, tho' weakly/ convalescence should surely be attempted free of toxins and i only lasted 72 hours without/ n'er mind/ writing goes well/ keep buying stereo shit and albums, a record arriving at least once daily/ been caining the smiths, death of a disco dancer and happy mondays, step on and kinky afro/ got the pogues peace and love yester tho' 'ts certainly not their finest/ not to worry for rum, sodomy and the lash is on its way/