Been around the block, came back.
Created | Updated Oct 30, 2002
Author: U199598
I kicked next door's dog.
It was chained
To the post. It bit my leg.
I swore at the nurse
Who bandaged
The wound. She blacked my eye.
I threw vases and ashtrays
At the lover
Who kissed the bruise. She left.
I slashed my therapist's creaking sofa
With my knife.
He called the police to drag me away.
I pulled my lawyer's hair and spat
In his face.
He told the judge to send me down.
I sang out loud all night in jail.
My cellmate
Arranged a beating for me next day.
I laughed at the uniforms and hats
Of the guards.
They dragged me up the metal stairs.
I pulled funny faces while the surgeon fixed
My legs and spine.
He pushed me off the table and went home.
I held the gaze of death, eyes locked.
I winked. I grinned.
The old man grinned back, swung his scythe.
I saw next door's dog, sitting next to
This great throne.
It cocked its hind leg and pissed. I giggled.
Told to sit and wait for judgement. I whispered
I don't believe.
I went to the corner shop and bought cigarettes.
