Had I brought drinks all round and entertained mother and daughters and slipped a tenner a week into bra-straps
had I been wild and amoral enough to kiss the missus off to work and then let them in hop back to bed with another warm body and party like 1999
had I been rank and coarse enough to treat them like ****** a quickie, here's a fiver go buy yourself something sweet hey ****! not a word to the missus, yeah, of course not yeah, had I been your average Winston
I would probably now still be married, have a big fat job a house in a nice area and a couple of bottie-calls to keep things fresh
well I wasn't all those things I am a man with a conscience, ethics and morals yip, and look where all that got me
yeah! ya'all know the rest no need to play the violin stuff again and don't pretend you know nuffink suffice to say our dear Saint is doing Saint duties
But know something though would I do the same again assuming we could go back in time and , wait for this Yes, exactly as first time, only this time I would have involved the Police after that first incidence of Mr Thief-next door kicking our door in yes, we should have gone straight to the Police, stupid me
otherwise, I will do same as before its just the way I roll
Back story in a series of poems titled Estate Ghetto Wars, scroll through my poems and find them if interested......