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[time] => 2011-05-12 14:51:51
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[bodytext] => A child sits with a sausage roll smearing it all round his cake hole crumbs, random, fall upon his vest stick to juice marks, soaked into chest he sits barely strapped in a pram pushed at speed by trackie man. A chavvie type, 3 quarter lengths top trainers, tattoo's give him strength. attack dog follows at his feet he walks at speed upon the street his girl walks speedy on behind her hair tied up, her voice it grinds she shouts in octaves way too low directing trackie man to go he lifts his hand from top of pram whilst lifting, he picks up his can of kestrel super. Half past ten they must drink early. Trackie men He shouts behind that she's a slag she runs and hits him with her bag the can, it drops and soaks his feet domestic violence is complete the child leans forward in his pram and looks on up at trackie man who slathers as he spits insults he calls her something like a cult she crosses arms and walks on by she'll go to pub and meet a guy who takes her out and gives her fags onward, downward standards drag the child looks on, the dog's confused those two I guess, they are to lose Trackie man, he grabs the pram and shunts it because he's a man the boy rolls out, screams, grazes hands sudden regret from trackie man he backtracks, but the girl comes back no truce. She goes on the attack. a volley of badly timed blows he grabs the pram, onward he goes initial problem with the pram he wrestles as the brakes, they jam the trackie man he picks up speed he's on his way to pick up weed. He tells girl of his destination they make up, then a phone vibration conversation at full volume kev sits waiting at dog and spoon in unison, they turn around sausage roll falls on the ground. The dog and child, they are not pardoned a day for them in said beer garden. and so it is, every day plan achieved for likes of trackie man [comments] => 0 [counter] => 123 [topic] => 21 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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