Lads are on the prowl, looking
For any form of excitement
And one's as good as another.
Girls, if they can get them, if not
Drink or drugs and if there is
Nothing else happening, well they
Can always kick the shit out of
Some poor twat who is out
Walking on his own. I mean
They wouldn't do it wit more
Than one, then there's a chance
They might get hurt, but if
The odds are stacked in their
Favour, it's good for livening up
A boring night
You have to be careful where
You walk and watch out for
These cowardly pricks. It's
Happened to me more than once.
But only when I have been Outnumbered. Once I bumped into
One of them when we were both
Alone and you know what they
Say about revenge being a dish
Best served cold, well I'll tell you
It's also very, very sweet
Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer (I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting, thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash.
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