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May 1, 2006

DRONK EN POES HET MY LEWE VERWOES

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 8:32 am

Derrick is drunk and offensive, can’t sit still
His negative energy’s offending the clientele
“Who you angry with Derrick?”
“Myself.”
“Why?”
“’Cos I’m the best fucken cabinet maker
in the country and I haven’t
even got a car.”
“So you pull in here and cause kak
Hoping that someone will fuck you up
You want to be punished
You know you deserve it.”
There’s a moment of clarity
In Derrick’s fogged-up eyes
Then he dives back into deep denial
Stands up, shakes his fist,
Screams, “Arsenal!”
Sprints out into the night
Still clutching his empty Castle

first published by underground voices, also published by word riot

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