stray dogs last night.......

bitches actually.

lose fitting fleece trousers,
with elasticated waistband,
for easy access.
tired-looking,greasy,shabby,
and that was just their hair.

"spare cigarette mister?"
i should've said "yes please".
after-thought.
a request for payment in kind maybe?
i don't think so

to think,that they have parents.
how sad,how awful,
i wonder if they'll look back one day,
and remember,
their cringe-worthy actions.

but for now,they beg,
do tricks for fags,
spare change,and,
if their lucky,
a swig of cheap cider

i keep my head down,
and go about my business,
hoping that i'll go unnoticed,
but they don't miss much.
those stray dogs.

my life,my world.

This Is England 2010

giving the dog a bone eh?

Been a while, but...

Spoiler:

how's it goin bert?

Not too bad, Eric. Had a few days away at half term, been more tired this week as a result but worth it. Just getting back to normal now.

Saw your work on here over the last week. Distinctive style, always worth a read, nice to see something is consistent

WORK

just the ramblings of an old fool.

but yes,
you might say that i'm consistent.
nothing changes there mate.

erixter wrote:WORK

just the ramblings of an old fool.

All literature is the ramblings of an old fool in someone's eyes, Eric. Doesn't make it any less valid.

thankyou.

i think .

Readable social commentary of our time, Eric. Can't ask for more than that.