“Fuckin’ fuck off!
Leave me a-fuckin-lone,
I swear to God
I will Kill you
if you follow me
fuckin’ home!”;
white lightening lips
spewed this venomous verse
and the next morning
they found him dead;
I guess she was true to her word.
One of the best things about living in an attic flat that overlooks a busy main road is the choice language that one gets to over-hear. This is the language of Barnsley, make no mistake.
© Copyright D. Archer October 2011
