now i know what it could
possible "feel"
like with a pissy teenager
shouting in your face
while you're trying
to give a biology class in school...
pissy?
clearly a boy without
a father,
how can you even
begin to confront someone
while looking at a mobile phone?
the three of them
run away in the end,
i already put an investment
in the ten quid he already
gave me...
my excuse?
drunk to the high heavens
and the sobering seas...
why the hell was
i so composed?
but if he wanted to get away
with a lawlessness
of finding the next
drunk dupe to buy him
the poison...
you come out
with a litre of *****
(and pepsi) and he starts mouthing
you off for not being able to
find enough *****-juice,
that is the Smirnoff Ice...
or VK or whatever the smurfs
drink...
given a teenager
girl was with the two:
what do you even
call them?
the supermarket
bouncer came out and the manager
too...
in the end i placed
the litre and pepsi on the pave,
stood back with my hands on
my head and said:
sure, call your uncle,
i have a death-wish anyway,
been teasing the pale-mother
for years...
seems she's tending
to the weak, but i'll try...
and?
******* ran away...
and i finally attained
the sort of composure the heart
deserved:
cold, stone,
tomb-like
with an epitaph...
next time a random teen asks me
for a favour, and i give him more
and he begins mouthing me off...
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weird ******* night...
effectively i robbed him
of the ten quid...
since the litre came back
with me;
but i did leave it
for him...
oh well;
papa would turn out
to be a sinking stone...
do i even look like i could
father someone?
must have a gullible expression
on my face when i'm not aware
of someone looking at me.