Deterrent?

olivia-kent Poems

Get out of my house she screamed, wasn't at all a bit like it seemed, behind him, she slung his carrier bags, an old sleeping bag, and a bundle of rags, after a row, silly cow, she said, you're not welcome here. was just a stupid row, and she's not really a silly cow. That night, the evening fell into disquiet, the once loving moments had turned into a riot. dragged his carriers behind him as he walked down the street, tripping over his muddled up feet, Night fell, so did he, In much distress a bloodied mess, landed on homeless spikes, landed hard, landed fast, anchored to the spot, poor sod, not terribly long, but that poor fellow, well he punctured a lung, A passing friend, noticed his distress, called the paramedics to come and assess, Carted him off to the hospital, the one that still had an A+E, stuffed in a chest drain, a little more pain, and then, along came the brief, gave the company grief, Received a big payout, went home to the wife, you remember the one, who first gave him the strife. (C) Livvi