Wherein I burn whole
And demons crawl
Up my throat
And shout obscenities
At passers-by
Oi you, yes you with the fucking baseball cap
You look like a cunt
This I do while staggering drunk
And with a weight of things just behind my head
Long time gone, my house, my car, my wife
Yes you, fuck you, fuck all of you
I was once a barrister
And now I'm here, in this pitch
But old
Fuck you, give me a cigarette, but fuck you
I was, but I'm not any more
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