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.