WHAT NESTA SAID.

A WOMAN MOANS ABOUT HER MAN.

And that is all he's after,
said Nesta, that and me
at his disposal at any time
of day, as if I had no need

of my own time, as if I were
just for his pleasure, just
for his enjoyment, and that
time in Brighton, and him

saying: I brought a girl here
once, big she was, had it all
and did she pleasure me? O
Jesus, he said, she could and

did, and we did it over five
times one night, and the bed
old it was rocked noisily, and
the people in the next room

banged on the wall, but we
banged back, and laughed, and
that time we ate that the posh
restaurant in the town, and he

boasted he brought that w***e
here, and fed her up, and later
fed up in another way, O he is
a one, and to think my mother,

bless her Irish heart, warned me
about him, said: he's no good;
I’ve seen his type before, he'll
have his way, and leave you

for another, but he hasn't, least
not so far, and if he did? well
serve her right who gets him
next, that's all I can say, and

to think I fell for his patter,
for his old flannel, and him
dressed to the nines, his hair
creamed down, and not a hair

out of place, and he said: after
the show tonight( some show
on the seafront pier), we want
to be up for it don't we,(himself

he means), want to have a good
meal out, and drink or two, and
back to the room and get down
to it, I wondered many times,

what I saw in him, was it the
patter? or the way he dressed?
or just him being what he wasn't
but what I wanted him to be?

and maybe that is all he's after,
that and his loud stupid laughter.