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Street Life

My grandfather beat my grandmother

My grandmother beat my father.

I thought my childhood normal

Until I saw my neighbour insert a straw

Into the frog’s bunghole and blow

I sucked.

My father beat my mother.

The best fuck I ever witnessed was perpetrated

By a bloke off the Street

He held a bottle of cider and kept on his socks.

Battered and abused She sold her story to the Newspapers.

My mother beat my sister

My sister beat my brother

All houses were open all cars free dog turds spoke

Biblical tales of age gob on the pavement diagnosed paranoia

Blood and snot entwined as spuds and gravy.

My brother beat me.

I never complained

Street Life is a game of dominoes

So I beat the dog.

V.D. Lewis

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