Notes About The Poem

Apologies for the asterisk to outwit woke gone bonkers.

A quick lesson in English English.....

here in the UK, braces aren't only what we straighten our teeth with...

they're also the  straps that keep your trousers (pants) up

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He’s My Other

One sister, one brother, one who’s something other
We haven’t worked out what he’s turned out to be
Stilettos and braces and tattoos in places
That shouldn’t be seen in polite company

And if you try to tie him down he’ll say, “I’m simply me,
And nothing you can say will bring me down.”

He stands up to piddle and aims for the middle
Of toilets in the ladies W.C.
A five o-clock shadow a voice like a laddo 
Mascara the colour of ripe aubergine

He walks with a wiggle and talks with a giggle
And works at a centre for the elderly
Where everyone loves him and everyone trusts him
As he tends to their needs so compassionately

And if you try to tie him down he’ll say, “I’m simply me,
And nothing you can say will bring me down.”

An evening out thwarted, “Why weren’t you aborted,”
The thug said, “You ain’t what God meant you to be.”
But he wasn’t done and he pulled out a gun
The way that you live is offensive to me

The man, with a snigg*r caressing his trigger
Was alcohol slurred from a night on the town,
“This trigger, I’ll pull it and you’ll get a bullet!”
One bullet is what took my young ’other down

And as he lay there on the ground he muttered this to me,
“Don’t let others tie your spirit down.”

“There’s so many dying who lived their lives trying
To be what society said they should be,
But I wasn’t trying, so I lie here dying
Knowing that I lived my life being me.”

So with his last breath he accepted his death
I only hope that he made some people see
But every man dies and then he closed his eyes
A far bigger man than I ever shall be


And someone tried to bring him down but now he’s simply free
And nothing you can say will bring him down
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Cunningham Avatar
November 9, 2020 at 11:22 AM
Wow, this is brilliant Terry, I was reading and humming it to the tune of FTONY. You should make an mp3 of it. Never thought of writing a poem that way. Tom
Flood Avatar
November 9, 2020 at 11:38 AM
Thanks, Tom. I often write to a tune, even if I’m not sure what tune it is. Rarely the whole song but for this, the scumbag/maggot section of ‘Fairy Tale of New York’ just worked. Glad you liked it. Terry
Krutsinger Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 6:25 PM
This is phenomenally penned. He had the best life because he was himself all the way through. Touche’
Flood Avatar
November 9, 2020 at 12:53 AM
‘Phenomenally’... high praise indeed. And thank you.
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