The *******

Limping his way to town he was overtaken by laughing youth
He swore under his breath, sure they were laughing at him.
*******, *******, ******* he said to himself full of self- loathing.
He could have taken the bus, but liked to save money his
Only pleasure in life except when he took the ferry to Newcastle
Where a ******* told him he was a beautiful man, and it could
Have been truth perhaps she saw in him the inconsolable truth
Of a mind full of hatred.
He liked to go to places where the dead were laid out he spoke
To them told them how stupid the looked, but his interest had
Been noticed and he was barred.
His father had died not that he felt empathy with this, but he
Stood to inherit some money and that made him glad sitting
Watching **** in his ***** little flat.