Y’know what pisses me off most,
he said. Y’really wanna know?
Not particularly, I answered.
‘S pricks like you! Yeah, smart-arse
pricks who know everything – see,
you’ve cracked that hard-done-by smile
again, like you’ve been down this road
before. What’s more you probably have,
but that don’t cut no slack with me!
I’m an ordinary sort of bloke who sees
things as they are, natural like, and I know
what I know. You can’t tell me nothing...
Yes, I say, that is so.
I can’t tell you that you’re adrift
on an iceberg in a boiling sea.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-24
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