I’m happy to help
happy to counsel you
Welcoming baring the brunt
Inviting your jibes
taking a few on the chin
you must have had a bad day
barrage of knife wounds
Smiling, i save face
continuing, gratuitous
does it piss you off
That you hate your job so much
vent your frustration
cos i look different to you
you’re a fucking fool
The words continue…
all i hear is a sucession, of ‘warp warp warp’
i lower my head
feel the fluid rise
as i despise
from inside
me
i’m going to puke
hairs stand on end.. your words.. still not listening to them
YES i’m happy help
.. You.. to feel better about yourself
but don’t get pushy… Do not push me…
..DON’T FUCKIN PUSH ME AROUND!!!
the blood starts to pump, like a whomping bassline
in my inner ipod..
drowning you out
more aggressive as words shorten
got the tingle on my tongue
as my defence begins:
“I’m happy to help”
…there, it’s out
Stunned…
you look at me, rage in my eyes
then ask in turn:
“what the fuck you on about”
I said “i’m happy to help”
don’t you understand
did all that time on the building sites
not build you into a man?
“Calm down” Calm down!!.. Fucking calm down..
..you’ve got a cheek
i let the fucker slide in the pub,
when you called me “fat cunt” last week
i’m not a fuckin shrink,
i’m not your beaten wife.. nowhere near
also i don’t repeat myself,
so you better get the FUCK OUTTA HERE!!