Right Minds ~~ anna hood

We'd ring him
savage little bastards
arms spinning windmills
beside our ears
callin names
ye daft bugger
feeble minded idjit
yer touched in the head
me ma said you were
dropped at birth
with half yer brains missin

He'd cry
big gawp wide
so's we could see his tonsils
tears streelin two clean lines
down his cheeks
sometimes he'd piss hisself
givin us another torment

Callin for his ma

She'd come runnin
with her broom
thinkin she could sweep
us away
black sweater flappin
red face
hair in pins
screechin threats
I'll tell yer ma
ye'll be in for it then
she'll take the switch
to yer skinny backsides

We'd race off secure
in our right minds
and watch her
touch his hair
her big lout of a son
and make things right.