Lashings
Bottle faced I spoke.
A reason? Or why? It’s
Only a question.
I rolled on the floor
Aided by punches,
Swiping at friends
Saving me darkly
Screamed obscenities
Mother didn’t teach me
I felt a pull: backwards, backwards
And heard someone speak...
“Had enough yet?”
Weary, I spoke:
“Lashings, thanks.”
A reason? Or why? It’s
Only a question.
I rolled on the floor
Aided by punches,
Swiping at friends
Saving me darkly
Screamed obscenities
Mother didn’t teach me
I felt a pull: backwards, backwards
And heard someone speak...
“Had enough yet?”
Weary, I spoke:
“Lashings, thanks.”