Layered Cake Pt 2

Layered Cake pt 2 Further afield I met a gangster in Liverpool who was alrite He liked a right tear up and had a job to appear legit But his real work was in various things like drugs, guns and cash He offered me a job as a courier because my car was old and gray I said no for its easy in and never ever out The English racists were a breed apart who hated all skins I got on with one who liked metal but we clashed on views He loathed foreigners and wanted them all out And insisted that white men stick to white women Most scary of all I met a killer on the run in Newcastle We were on the ship disco by the river having fun This guy had a real flirty wife called Carmen I danced with her and later talked to her husband He schitzed out and went mad but not for chatting with his gal I asked what’s wrong and he admitted to killing a man And said he didn’t know me from Adam so be quiet! He was a Londoner and I said you did it for your own reasons His wife consoled him when he had flashbacks Ex-servicemen gave me a few problems over the years I was drinking in my local pub when a para and a marine argued First with one another and then with me over who was best They hated the air force and me wearing an Air Force badge Maybe they needed a war to get their heads blown off? There were many fighters who lived to fight and cause trouble Some had a go at me I tried to avoid their skills but heard their stories Some were nutters but others quite pally and fine lads There were brawlers, boxers, Martial Artists and more Near the Mess House pub in Oldham guys die by a single punch These savory and unsavory characters were the fabric of England Some I remember and many I forget for right or wrong reasons Their stories live on here my poem for you to judge Jabo Nick Armbrister