Cleanliness
Cleanliness
On my frequent lone walk by the old docks
I came across a building which turned out
to be a communal bathhouse.
It was incredibly cheap for a few pence
I got a towel and soap and had my first shower
I was at the time, elven years old.
And when I was short of change asked my mother
for not ice cream, but for a shower.
My brother said only poofters went there, how would
I know? I Didn`t see anyone wearing badges:
“I`m a gay person.”
There are shops where the old building stood and
by life`s irony sells perfume and toiletry.
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