Come Here You
Fifteen years ago you suddenly realised
You were becoming old - and despite
All you'd done, I really am an adult.
Time to get frightened. Frightened?
You were wetting yourself.
All that terror.
When I'm old and weak, she'll treat
Me as I did her, when she was a child.
She'll shout at me as I did my own mother.
She'll strip my dignity and laugh at my fears.
I'll have to eat what SHE wants me to.
I'll be hungry scared and cold.
And are you? I don't think so.
Your house is warm, you eat good meals
Of your own choosing. You drink your Gordons
As often as you'd like - and your wine, too,
From lunch time on. You inhale your
Superkings and complain about your sinuses.
I catch your eye sometimes, and smile to myself
You don't understand benevolent indifference, do you?
I can't be asked to reassure you on something
That makes you inarticulate with terror, can I?
I'd be far too thick to understand. Drink your gin, mum
And have another fag. You'll feel a lot better afterwards