the idiot

Poem #25 from The Book of Evenings

he’s as loud as a damned circus
the idiot
this is getting beyond a joke
he’s obviously stinking drunk
singing and shouting
by turns

such an idiot

she has been tolerant
but it’s enough

the neighbours
god knows what they think already
and now this carousing
as though he could possibly think
it would do him any good

he can’t even sing when he’s sober
and this is just awful

look at him
a bottle in his hand
a fence to lean against
and a bloody stupid song to sing
at the top of his bloody stupid voice

calling her name now

he’s fallen over
that’s IT

LISTEN TO ME YOU FOOL
GO AWAY RIGHT NOW
OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE

WE’RE FINISHED
DO YOU HEAR ME

GO AWAY

I’M CALLING THEM NOW

see what that does
surely he’ll leave soon

she’ll have to call them

more damned fuss

idiot

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