ALONGSIDE TOWNSHEND
They said the name like a buttery waste.
He was a man from Sheffield or somewhere.
His mother had been Baker Blair's daughter, killed
in the second war. No one really knew the rest.
I hung out with the kids from Harlin Hall, maybe
three years at the most. Aways the same.
Gay English fags, running off at the
fey drunken mouth.
-
We took the long-rifle from the cabinet
and started shooting at cars and lorries.
Nothing major, mind you, no shoot-to-kills;
just blow out the tires or break out some
glass. Something to rile the lower-class
bastards up. All these trucks and cars; they
so loved their 'owning' of things.
-
Not us, we had it all already and
always already did. Or, as we
used to say - laughingly though
not without some horrid mistrust
(of each other, I guess) -
'born already with a
silver dick in our
mouths.'
They said the name like a buttery waste.
He was a man from Sheffield or somewhere.
His mother had been Baker Blair's daughter, killed
in the second war. No one really knew the rest.
I hung out with the kids from Harlin Hall, maybe
three years at the most. Aways the same.
Gay English fags, running off at the
fey drunken mouth.
-
We took the long-rifle from the cabinet
and started shooting at cars and lorries.
Nothing major, mind you, no shoot-to-kills;
just blow out the tires or break out some
glass. Something to rile the lower-class
bastards up. All these trucks and cars; they
so loved their 'owning' of things.
-
Not us, we had it all already and
always already did. Or, as we
used to say - laughingly though
not without some horrid mistrust
(of each other, I guess) -
'born already with a
silver dick in our
mouths.'
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