An Epitaph (London,1960s) Poem by Paul Wilson

I'll thank you to notice me
As ye walk by; here I stand,
A post-mortem,
And a signed,
And a sealed.....

All you cinema-goers, late-nighters, ye!
Wouldya be off now, would ye
Slip us a bob?

I'm never bored standing here,
And you-all, ******-scared,
Scratchin' yer ear...

Ought ter be arrested, me near!
Well, here I am, ‘n me lousy leer,
Well, here I am!

All you porno have-a-pull w**kers, ye!
I'll gob up before yer eyes, I don't need a chance to.
Man, I know it's whisky'll pull me through.
So move back there, this is London, yer in it
The streets ain't lined with gold, mate, it's me
An' there ain't nothing else you can see!

Ah, an' how well tonight y'lie
- I'll be spyin' ya wi' my li'l eye!
You an' yer girl, mate,
Don't think I don't know.
I'm always up late!

Sayin' these things ya din' oughter know,
Not out wi' yer girl like this.
‘ang on, I'll just have a pee
‘gainst the wall. See,
I can do it!
I'm a real man, me, and
I don't take sex
With yer cruet!

O you comin'-round-the-corner, man
You got to be ****er but me
I'm English and I don't mind tellin' ya
Get your fat ****** back to yer own country
Or the doctor'll be seein' ya!

Noone in London gets stroppy wi' me!
You hear? I said
Noone gets stroppy, li'l ****er wi' me!
Jus' reckon I'll go ‘ome ya lotta creeps!
Ain't sleepin' the night my place, chaps,
O no you ain't...

I'm sleepin' on me own!