The storm has been banging at doors all night;
with agro boots it kicks at windows and
breaks glass.Horseshoes slide over tarmac;
a council-flat-rat has broken his asbo,
a jack the lad, a train pisser, an illustrated growler.
He bends your eyes down with casual violence
and fills your face with glue and the
chimp`s big-teethed grin of fear.
He is ready to duff you up, waiting round the corner.
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waiting round the corner, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.