Smug bastards with cards (strong language)

[Keith]

I hate myself for checking
that no one gives a shit
about this spotty teenage
greasy haired, disproportional git.

I sent you a card worth two pound fifty,
sealed with a loving kiss
my pimpled arse you bitch,
you'll never know what you'll never miss.

I love you, I love you, I love you almighty
and all them clever rhymes like that,
wishing my pyjamas were next to your nighty,
but since you don't know me thats un-fucking likely.

The classroom Barbies are talking in code,
who's dead fit and who might of sent it,
bring on the sport stars boo haa brigade,
square shoulders and jaws, how you doin babe?

I know my place and to keep out of the way
of parading pricks on their special day.
But what becomes of our ugly lot
the ones whose dicks can't piss in that pot?

We ask each other the same tortured question,
did you get a card from a name we can't mention?
socially excluded our Roses are read
but reciprocation is a tissue, stuck to the bed.