Bitch
by jocat29
Posted: Monday, May 10, 2004 Word Count: 119 Summary: Not sure whether to call this poetry or flash fiction. A little amending can turn it into one or the other. |
Bitch! My mother is a right bitch.
I can't believe I've been saddled with such a whore for a mother.
Always shagging around with no idea who my father is.
She' at it right now, it makes me sick
She never learns
She was out shoplifting again yesterday in Victoria Wine.
I overheard her bragging to her mate on the phone about the bottle of Gin she nicked.
I gave her a right kicking for it
But she never learns
There she goes again - A long, hard draw of the cigarette.
I punch her, hard but she never learns
In a few months time I'll be out of here.
And I'm going to be a right little bastard.
I can't believe I've been saddled with such a whore for a mother.
Always shagging around with no idea who my father is.
She' at it right now, it makes me sick
She never learns
She was out shoplifting again yesterday in Victoria Wine.
I overheard her bragging to her mate on the phone about the bottle of Gin she nicked.
I gave her a right kicking for it
But she never learns
There she goes again - A long, hard draw of the cigarette.
I punch her, hard but she never learns
In a few months time I'll be out of here.
And I'm going to be a right little bastard.