Blow

A Poem by ALifeAquatic

Constructive Destruction Please

Blow

Blow yer nose,
always in my face,
can’t think straight,
let alone read the paper
an me half blind, do you
ever brush your teeth?
Expected as much and
little else from you.
No need to cry,
stop crying. All hours.
Weh, weh, weh.
Well I’m fed up now
move on and brush yer teeth
can still smell last night off you.
Cheap w***e I’m sure. How many Hail Mary’s
did you get for that? Don’t wanna know,
so don’t tell me, keep it till yerself and move on.
Dead.
Aye, know full well,
blew him up. Poor sod,
but moving on. Move,
in my way and blocking the
light. I must see the light.
Head towards it?
You wish…
Smug b*****d.