A street worn chancer
wide-boy hoodlum called Bobby
says he's a youth Organizer of the Local socialist
a ****, who made the next door Joan pregnant at fifteen
the guttersnipe actually came knocking on our door
listen he says,'I don't care what you say, I want your car'
I looked at him like he was mad, and indeed he was mad
I am not street, I don't start effing and blinding to begin with
I just sized up the dross, I was ready to take him down, but no
You what? I inquired incredulously with a withering look
I suppose he knew immediately I was not messing
Ok, he stuttered..give me some money, I know you have money
The look on my face answered him before I had even started
'If I have money, I worked hard for it, I wasn't drinking and
drugging it away, you'd be better to do the same....please ****
off my door, before I call the Police'.
He backed off muttering ' we are going to do you'
I slammed the door shot
Inside the Mrs asked, who was that
You know that waster, the Joan juvenile boyfriend from next door
you mean that manky haired ***** one that hangs around the landing
smoking ****!
Yeah, that one, he said he wanted our car
He wanted our car, she repeated equally incredulously
He made threats as I sent him packing, I continued
Lets call the Police, the Mrs said
Oh, he just a nuisance, I replied, they've got enough trouble
LOOKING BACK NOW, I SHOULD HAVE CALLED THE POLICE
for Bobby and his Criminal gangs had only just started!
Hell was to come....