Street life

by Paul Kavanagh

I thought my childhood normal
Until I saw a kid insert a straw
Into a toad’s arse and blow
I had inserted the straw and sucked
After awhile the insides didn’t taste that bad
Tasted much better than kidneys and liver.
 
The best fuck I saw was a bloke off the Street
He pulled my sister at the local disco
I stared in from the outside and watched them
In his hand was a bottle of cider and he still possessed
His socks.
She sold her story to the papers
She received forty pound.
 
Street life is a game of dominoes
My father beat my mother and my
Mother beat me so I beat the dog.

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