Say That Again...(Poetry Monthly)
Thu, 03 Mar 2016
Why did I do it? Join up in the first place, do you mean?
Nothing patriotic, I can assure you.
No. I did it because my dad came home three sheets to the wind
most nights; laid into me mum, once too often.
Because me big brother did it. What was good enough for him
was, sure as hell, good enough for me.
Because I couldn’t leave school soon enough.
Because I couldn’t leave home soon enough.
Because I lived in a two up, two down dive, in a cul-de-sac
off Deadman’s Hill; all them tossers shooting up in them back alleys
reeking of piss.
Because me Gran had just passed on, and soon after – me old faithful
Mutt. Fifteen, he was; riddled with arthritis, poor old sod. Never
had the heart to have him put down, so he got run over – opposite
the chip shop in Dallow Road.
Because I’d split up with me girl; fancied her to bits, but it just
weren’t meant to be.
Because one of them clever adverts of theirs looked epic at the flicks;
all that Technicolor and Dolby sound. Pity real life’s not like that.
Because I was sixteen...
Because I didn’t know the **** what else to do, if you’ll excuse my French.
Because I never dreamt, I’d be asking me own kid, for god’s sake...
give me one good reason why you did it too?