Johnny O'SheaA Poem by L'Enfant Terrible
Oh he was a brave chap!
Never saying no to a fight And defeat is never an option It never was. Johnny O'Shea all day on the streets kiking cans and playing football was his life Mum never card about him oh no was too busy with the abusive stepdad. And he used to see all the men at the pub after the factory work and weekends all day long and he saw some brave men, steel men loud men the men. Johnny, other boys picked up on him for being unwanted son of irish for his torn clothes the freckles and deepness on the look. That's why Johnny never said "no". And right after being beaten up It was never a defeat cause he fed with their hate with the loneliness, the apathy and despair on this modern middle age Britain. Lying on the mud raindrops falling on his dark, tick hair he pushed with the strength only Johnny O'Shea could get. On the dirty, full of blood knees looking right in front of the desolated landscape Johnny O'Shea (yes remember his name!) stood up and walked straight and alone. © 2011 L'Enfant Terrible |
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2 Reviews Added on April 18, 2011 Last Updated on April 18, 2011 AuthorL'Enfant TerribleWaiting For The Sirens' CallAboutSkinny rent boy is one of the girls. Hi, I’m Fer, your unfavourite young mexican pansexual genderqueer. Closet romantic, vegetarian, socialist, por-Palestine, Suedehead, ranter, multifacetic/.. more..Writing
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