Caring by Nick Cooke

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

What are you German                  you sound like a Nazi

didn’t they learn you English                        before you come over

give me any backchat                       I’m on to the agency

 not like I’m askin for much               just my due

Bring me back from the market              with bags full

take me to the lav             and sit me down

I don’t ask you to wipe my arse               not a cripple you know

day I can’t manage that         really will be the end

It’s your job to get me out                      in the event of fire

break the window                                      with bare hands if need be

you signed a contract                         to keep me safe

lift me into the fresh air                                        but no drafts allowed

I used to be in your line                     moons ago

..lookin after an ex-army type                      right old rogue he was

tried to have me over…

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