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.