snouty
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caravan park (a poem)(this is as good as anything I've written, but it's more bitter than the rest.)
So I left the caravan park
Run by gypsies
4 brothers
Who hate each other
Dogs chained up by my caravan, howling
Roosters chained up, clucking and fighting
Shit everywhere
Dog shit, chicken shit, horse shit
Horseshit
My neighbour
An alcoholic man in his early fifties
Divorcee, gay, in denial
Rows with the bald girl
From caravan 5
Who's been in the institution
Sectioned for 5 years
They row every nite and
Into the morning
Drunk on cheap cider
And her on the medication
Sometimes she shares my bed
For sleep
She can't sleep in her own bed
Because of the spiders
Crawling all over her
Mind-spiders
I think we understand each other
The alcoholic guy
Half his sentences
End with a threat
"I'm telling yer, Val"
(He calls me Val)
"Tek her home"
(He doesn't know
I have no home)
"But I'm tellin yer
I'm warnin yer, Val
Watch yer back
She'll hit yer
With anything she's got
No word of a lie
Hide yer knives
Oh yeah
She'll stab yer in the back
When yer not lookin
I'm not jokin
& he says
"Tek her home, Val
But I'm tellin yer
If you hurt her
I'll fuckin kill yer"
& he says
"I've bent over backwards
To help that girl
But I'm not jokin, I tell yer
Enough's enough
But if anybody hurt her
No word of a lie
I'd fuckin kill them,
I'm not jokin"
& he drinks some more cider
& rolls a fag
& then he says to her
"Yer a nutter
Yer a fuckin nutter
Who're yer talkin to?
There's nobody there
Will yer just fuckin shut up?
I'm not jokin
I've fuckin had enough of this shit"
One nite
She smashes his head
With a glass ashtray,
Drawing blood,
Pisses on his sofa
Then phones the Social
Services to come
& take her away again
Me, I got no-one to phone
No gas
No hot water
No cooker
Broken windows
No toilet seat
Roof leaks when it rains
Mushrooms growing in the bathroom
The cockerels drive me crazy
I hear them crowing
All day from dawn
& they are saying
"Motherfucka
Unchain me"
Which is what the dogs are saying
Too
I don't know what I did
But everywhere I go
I become the bad guy
The first to leave
My face in disgrace
Last nite I dreamt of
A gang of gypsies
Beating on a group of people
With sticks
They hit Kate Moss
For taking cocaine
Knocked her to the ground
"Not on the face"
She cried
"I'm a model"
As they knock out a tooth
And I know I am next
The dogs tear each other apart, howling
2 bitches chained together
So they can't get more than
3ft apart
The Alsation bites
The boxer's head
I get no sleep
They get fed biskits
They are never walked
They are lying in their own shit
I stopped going to see them
Cos they jump up
And cover my clothes
With shit from their claws
They are 5ft from my
Bedroom window
I get no sleep
Dogs in cages, & the gyspy children
Beat on the bars with a baseball bat
To make them mad
Gypsies-
They breed the cocks
For cockfighting
They attach razors to their
Claws, and cheer
As they tear the shit
Out of each other
That's entertainment
Breeding machines
The Alsation pups
Are worth £500 each
American Reds the
Same, small birds in
Cages will fetch £700
It's all a case of
Finding
The right buyer
I know my landlord
Will try to cheat me
Out of my deposit
Landlords!
Grab what you can
When the deal ends
Dogs on chains
Chickens on chains
Horses
On chains
Birds in cages
Dogs in cages
All screaming
Humans in cages
I said "I can't sleep-
It's me
Or the rooster
And my gyspy landlord
Said "it's you"
And then tried to cheat me
On the amount of notice
I had to give
And then I knew
I was just another animal
Being farmed
For money
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snouty
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some people might think this poem is anti-gypsy. it's not- I'm not. It's about disillusionment.
there's a follow up (not a poem) to this piece. a sort of 'where are they now?' I'll post it if anyone shows any interest in the poem.
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wraeth
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Disillusioned with gypsy landlords and teh hard life eh
Let's see the follow-up piece then
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snouty
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nah, you might at least act like yr interested... :miffed:
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flick
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kate moss can buy new teeth 
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snouty
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yeah, but Pete Doherty can't buy new veins... 
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