Retettet
in my poems
violence, pimps, savages, thieves, taxi drivers, bastard birds and dogs that dream whilst circuses in lnd. avn set up shop.
i though I knew it all
but i was mistaken.
whilst playng pool with my friend
and losing badly
whilst john counted money
in the back
and tom answered telephones
retettetet
i saw -
a man die
beheaded
not quick
the other
followed suit
and felt
uncomfortable at
first but
then fell
into the strangers bed
who'm he knew
all at once
to be true
and not just
something
he heard on the news.
“they deserved it mate.”
“bloody hell, not like that.”
“if it was me I'd do the same.”
and I left
then
walked out
into the night
and wondered
why?
why not?
why bother.
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